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

sonny. You're getting too thin in your COmso-
mol"
| A sense of hurt swells in Vanka's heart. Oh,
how he hates mother with her caresses and Rer
care! How he would like to join in the converse
ton of his father and his brother!
TIME is a huge laceframe weaving the endless
= lace-work of days. 1t stretches in white and
red streaks that wind about the pulley of the uni
verse And thousands of living human beings
keep winding up their powers, as upon spoOls, and
stretch out in thin threads, becoming interviewer
in the moving lacework of life. And if one grows
slack, and unravels--out of the, machine he goes.
New, fresh little spools with pink, silken Irvine
are waiting in the raw-material departments bl
Fedor Ivanych-COmrade Rodin-the teacher
of political rudiments, says that life is moving
towards Communism. And that the laceframe
of life is tended by the best men of the working
cass-the Communists. Firmly welded together,
they comb with strong steel comb millions of threats
and weave them into the most intricate designs. AID
the first weaver of them all is Vladimir Iyich.
| The spools find it hard work at times, SO do the
steel comb and the aids but the hardest task of all is
that of the chief The pulleys turn and grum
BILE, the hywheels swish, the belts tremble rhythmi
cally the leatherpaths wheeze. The flmy dust from
the threads floats in the air. settles faces and Shirts
poisons the body. 1t that something is just
the verge of breaking down. and then the gigantic
machine will STOP Only, the strong spring in the
forehead will not give way; the searchilght Of the
eye gazes firmly, the aids stand firm.
At night Vanka sleeps in a close, dark room in
bed with his brother Mtry Vanka sleeps. He dreams
that locomotive of tremendous power is htched to
| the laceframe department "Uh!"-it blew a deep
blast sprang forward with a jerk, and went and on
toward Moscow River And Moscow River is not
river at ALL but sea- the of the social revolution
The locomotive, without pause-straight the
waves. The waves splash the roof food inside
of the engine. The fame of the furnace flares up,
burns the greedy tongues of the sea, and heavy logs
are spluttering and Kissing.
| And Vanka is the fireman beside the furnace.
| His skin is all in blisters they spring up in little
white knobs; the waves lick fhef and Break them
All! -. it would be nice to get away from this
damned furnace to jump into the embrace Of the waves
to refresh the body but vanka hears voice:
| Tired Comrade Nazarenko?"
| He looks up and sees-Lenin!
Foam froths in the heart. Imps in the foam. Gosh!
How they dance, the sons Of!
mo not tired Comrade Lenin."
"And what do you think-will we make Com
munism?"
"Wen make it, Comrade Lenin."
We'll then, keep going, brother; it's not far from
here"
| aye aye Comrade Lenin!"
| The skin is all in blisters; they spring up IN L
| white knobs the waves lick them and break them
Suddenly-stop an island!
On the island it is summer Streams of suniigL-
The wind plays caressngly. Houses glow with colors
People appear.
Good morning Comrade Lenin. and who is this with
| your"
"This is Comsomoetz Nazarenko"
| mo, Comrade Lenin l not a Comsomoletz.
am year short in age according to the constitu
| tion'
| "Ah, realy?"
| And suddenly Lenin produces brand-new Comsomo
card and gives it to Vanka. Vanka his
| it, his surname. . Ali
'Vanka, hey, Vanka!"
what is it, Comrade Lenin?" PA 43f5@
| He opens his sleepy eyes and sees Mitry.
'Why-the ~card-where is the card?" ssS~s
what cardr sAiy sal 19ln @2a5 81
"The card of the league.',w .01sasd1s 1'soioy
| "Whose?" Ass aetess ~ aoo97is9s 3l9 osQ-
mime" 4li'
''Whered you get it?"
"Comrade Lenin gave It to me- :"
And suddenly vanka realizes that he had seen Lenin
in droa na-and hat had