The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1925-10-17

IN 49, NOOAS AS" OBSu Ouc dlScA lhS
\ other, no push, no effort was re-
quired.
The cast iron gates Of the enormous
works beyond the Narvskaya Zastava
(Narva Gate) in Leningrad marked
the initial stage of the magic which
continued without end. Dividing them
selves into groups, the ENJOYS of the
German working class made a careful
investigation of our entire country
The Urals and Crimea, Ukraine and
the Volga, hundreds of hooks and cor
ners of the Soviet Union became
known to them. The Germans wit
messed the life and work of our state
in all its majestic power and in all
its unattractive simplicity. We did not
scatter fine sand on the path which
the German proletarians had to tread
And we can see that the German
guests have appreciated this country
which showed itself to them in its
work-a-day clothes, in shirt sleeves
without collar or tie and up to our
eyes in work, and they appreciated
it precisely because Of this feverish
activity in the work of reconstruc-
ton.
They Come Back Again.
The delegates, sunburnt, grown
thinner, but with a new light in their
eyes, are again in Moscow. Only one
door has as yet remained closed to
the delegation. The most disputed,
the most mysterious, and the most re
mote door which, at the same time,
is subconsciously so near and yet so
attractive.
But the door of the Comintern did
not behave any worse than the other
door. Most of the members of the
delegation belong to a party with
which the Communists have long and
bitter accounts to settle. But they
are workers, and the door opened
wide without any difficulty and with
extreme hospitality.
1t is one thing to listen to an opera
in the Mariensky Theater, to pat a
Russian Young Pioneer on the head,
to receive Information from the man
ager of Soviet brewery. Caught in
such criminal acts, social-democrat
can murmur something in his defense.
But to penetrate into the orange
chamber! To get right into the lions
mouth, to touch the tables on which
the pernicious and agitating "Zinov-
lev letters" are written. To sit at
these tables! say, is that behaving
like obedient well-mannered social
democratic lambs? Is it possible for
a subscriber to The Vorwaerts to ex-
hibit such boundless temerity?
They Meet Zinoviev.
THEY persisted. German and pro
4 letarian-like, they wanted to car
ry the matter to the end. They open
ed the last door, they sat down at
the same table with Zinoviev, and
listened. And what is the main thing
having got over their nervousness,
they themselves spoke warmly, pas
sionately and with all sincerity.
The tanned Freiberger has become
even more tanned during these weeks.
But his hoarse bass of non-commis-
stoned officer sounds as resolute as
ever. And striking the Zinoviev table
with the broad palm of his right hand,
he bawls out:
Comrades, let us have a straight
forward talk with the Communists, |
without any subterfuges, for we are
not before an official table in Ger
many"
There was really no need for this
invitation. The delegates under |
stood themselves that diplomatic con-
versations would be out of place in |
the orange chamber. There are other |
places and institutions for this kind |
of thing.
The social-democrat, Tom, of Ham
burg, might serve as a model for the |
portrait of menshevik to a cantank-
erous Soviet caricaturist. The sober
black clothes, the sarcastic tone of
his voice, his petty-bourgeois fear of
some sort of fire and birthstone. but /