The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1925-12-19


join the Comsomol? Is it just because everybody is in
the Comsomol?"
vanka's thots string out like thin shavings; they
even gather his forehead like tangle of wires
mo, Uncle Van it amt that-or maybe | don't
know, | can't say 'gzactly but the main thing, the
.oratere said, 'Comsomol, says he, is the brain of
youth l want to be with the brain, Uncle Van. . :"
Vankas heart beats like drum; he cannot catch his
BREATH and the big fingers creep closer and pinch
his cheeks softly and enderly and the evening
upon Vanka like great shaggy cat.
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OUNDAY Monday Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday,
~ Friday, Saturday and again Sunday again Monday
so it stretches out-the lacework of days.
Here bit of bright and gay-colored lace, the
estvity of the Comsomo Christmas. 1t is celebrated
with carnival: Vanka rugged himself out little
black devil. Fedka a deacon. Mshka priest,
Mitry witch,-whatever into their heads
They jumped shrieked. gigged sang, danced.
In the morning they went to the district headquar
tiers. They met others. Merged together Flowed in
stream along the streets and sidewalks. And in the
evening-a party. Girls youths, young and DID, not
one of them cared straw for god or devil.
The holidays rolled away and campaign rolled in.
The campaign was called "The Red-Fleet Campaign"
comrade with brief-case came called a general
meeting Of the local. gathered the factory youth The
comrade spoke about the local. Then came a sailor
with gold tooth in the front of his mouth and spoke
about the existing situation in the fleet decided
to render assistance with and money.
In order to help out with men-Senka sent At
the nucleus at the headquarters, ON the Red Square,
they threw Senka up in the air and caught him again
with shouts of "Hurrah!" And because of this Senka
walked about stiff ramrod. The girls pestered
him. gazed at his sailors clothes, and sang the navy
ditty:
"'Hol little appe-where you rolling?
Oh, mother, my sweetheart is caIling
Not Lenn or Trotsky I'm going to meet,
But young sailor o. the Baltic FeetI'"
Old workers glanced up at him and said There's the
salvation of the feet"
In short Senka a hero
They escorted Senka to the depot They instructed
him: Don't be a slouch," promised him presents,
asked him to write. Senka all excited and his
former swagger was gone. He pledged himself not to
compromise the local. .,e
"Goodby Moscow, uood-by Comsomol, 81 ,r,
In the Red Navy we're going to enroll -. :"
And when the intoxication of joy had passed. Vanka
again wished for the coming of autumn, that would
bring with it his membership card.
Old Petro stuck up a poster in prominent place in
the repair shop:
Official Announcement
In view of considerable turn for the worse,
daily bulletin will be issued from this date about
the state Of health of v. l. Lenin
From early morning people keep crowdng about the
poster. They read the and dispense sill
entity Foreheads frown, shoulders stoop, eyes grow
cold beneath the eyelids
tits pretty bad with vladimir Ilyich. :"
And at the nucleus of the R. c. s. NJ, the secretary
reads to the meeting:
Circular Letter
Concerning the 25th anniversary of the r. c. P.
(Bosheviks). The best gift that the Comsomol
can make to the party would unquestionably be the
transfer to the party of the pick of the youth from
the workers nuclei.
Secretary, M. G.
On this day work would not go forward at the fac
tory Women continually broke threads in the basons
and def hands struggled clumsily with the cutchng
steelspders The got their designs all wrong
their machines stopped suddenly and sharp experienced
eyes could not locate the of the trouble
The same condition prevailed in the repair shop in
the button department in the winding department; and
even the old blacksmith, all shaggy and hrsute who
never spoke to anyone except to his TOOLS scorched
his long, gray beard, after which he said to vanka
(Vanka was the old mans assistant)
"Ah 1t won't go, somehow. :"
And then, frowning, and damping the fire:
listen, youngster; even tho you are a Comsomoetz
and don't know beans from nothing, and less about
work, still will ask you for it amt proper for an old
man like me to ask the grown-up Communists, / don't