Weekly Nome industrial worker., 1919-06-07

could show a Socialist card or Union card, but three thousand work ing men and women squeezed into the hall, and the court behind was packed with more of them, stra:ning
 to catch the speakers words. The | idols of French labor were there
 Jean L0ngu2t, leader of the French ! Socialist Party, grandson of Karl
 Marx, the personifcation of the In- 1 ternationale; Marcel Cachin, the
 sturdy editor of "L'Humanite"; LOT
 tot, of the extreme left wing of the party; JouhauX, the burly leader of
 the General Federation of Labor ! the Gompers of France-but working hand in hand with the Socialists;
 Merrheim the tense little leader of
 the Metal Workers, who is not an
 inch over five feet high, and Frossard
 the lankey school-teacher from Bel
 fort who is the new secretary of the
 Socialist Party, a man whose raucous
 voice reached everyone of the strain
 ing mob outside the hall 'Longuet came in late, with a paper in h.s
 pocket. It contained the first com
 munique of the German Revolution.
 Frossard repeat the good news and
 then they settled down to the dis
 cussion of the General Situation'-
 that was the uninviting top.c an-
 nounced-and to the speakers de- handing that the proletariat of
 France insist upon the restoration of civil liberties, that France guard the
 spirit as we'll as the letter of Wilson's , fourteen points, and that the counter
 revolutionary movement in govern 7 mental circles be -esiGted Once the
 name Of Clemenceau was mentioned f and the hall burst .1to boos and hiss es and catcalls. For the proletariat of France does not love the grand old l illdH "iiO hdS SO OLlG- DAO OhSu HIS , pledges.
 They poured cut at dusk @nd streamed thru the ineffective cordon
 of policemen in the street outside, bowling the IEteTnat,onale at tho
 top of their lungs "To the P"lac9
 de la Repu5lique," someone shouted; and the thousands started towards
 the scene of many past labor demon stratiCrg. "CleE-men-c 1au, Boo! Hoo! Clen-men-ceau, BCo! Hoo!" they shouted to mark t:m9-cnd to
 win breath for mere choruses of the Internatio1ale. "Vive Ia revolution Iallemande,' -hey cried to the th-ongs on the a,dewalke and in the windows
 man Revolution" the rcy eckoad
 back-and hundred more joined the
 parade. Three little black-shawlcd widows scurryiag il the opposite di- rection cid not stop their hurry home
 but threw back their heads and joined
 in the Internationale as they pushed
 their way thru the fringe of the
 crowd. Not one voice m oppos tion Three times the police tried to
 stop the crowd but it filtered on;
 and all the police could do was to
 stop the singing for half block. Be-
 hind the police and in front of them the swelling strains of the song surged l on. The crowd emerged into the lighted boulevards where taxis were ! worrying to and fro and trolley cars clanking back and forth. It hesitated
 for moment theu pushed on toward 1 the Palace de Ia Republique. Police l reserves came bycicling in, dismount- | ed and dashed into the crowd. They cuffed everyone; they cuffed me; they cuffed the American girl with | me--tho she was more indignant than bruised, The crowd had hesi- tated and was lost. It broke before
 the blows of the policemen, and slip ped back into it's own dark byways.