The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-05-01
By Kalle Rissanen

Work! He had done-two full hours with a
shovel Hunger had forced him to do so. He
wanted to do any kind of work-eveD murder
because he realized life's cruel reality now.
To shoot, to command, to march in military
parade with brushed. whiskers, to honor the
upper class, to torture political prisoners-that
was his idea Of, ifeJa ne.a saa s1g 4pDna
I'VE will leave2this place, he mhisperedl.9s
Where? q Z; g99al1Gg si& h. g05&a g5g8,sl7s
-Somewhere=-a, smaller town. Ii 1u1i i&es
But we need money even foTthat0 s;rrTs
II win sell my medals. h9e Tpo.1 ga e@9 h
In the eyes of the woman cleaned pity, but.
she did not try to hinder him.
The same Jew, who owned his watch, ring,
best suit, handbag his revolver, and his wifes
silverware, was deeply interested in the medal
of the White Rose. Our freedoms highest en-
blem, thought the lieutenant The medal was
now under the magnifying glass, a pair of
greedy eyes examined it as if to scent out if
the blood that once moistened tiff that work
er's blood could give any profit; probably he
found out that the honor for which it was
given was not more valued than the piece of
copper he was examining. The Jew put his
glass aside, looked at the medal further and
declared:
Ten cents.
Ten centSi
His life's greatest honor was priced at ten
cents! priceless medal This Shylock was
cutting his flesh. If this Jew were now in the
prison camp, his life would be worth nothing.
He left the pawnshop-with wounded pride.
Work! It is necessary to get a job No
shovelng That will never do. He opened the
door of a bank. He begged to speak with the
president. They were introduced in side
room.
He spoke freely, but nervously. Tho banker
understood.
Il am in great trouble, the lieutenant ex-
planned. His eyes moistened '"Dt + 3isAf
Il tried to sell my medals.
The banker was member of the same class
it was not necessary to hide anything
Your condition is very bad said the bank
er, pityingly.
Starvation.
Does your congregation not help you?
No!
The lieutenant noticed now how close a
watch the banker kept His brown eyes were
observing deeply There was in them some
thing like the pawnbroker's eyes. The lieuten-
ant felt himself to be under the magnifying
glass as few minutes ago his medals had
been, except that now his whole existence was
under investigation.
AT last the banker asked
DO you know the anti-Semitc legislation
of Finland?
! Yes!
1t was change of revenge on the pawn
oN"' AAo SoAAIinu0u SOneWndC Joyluny'
Yes, we keep them out of the country We
have no Jewish question.
II am sorry, answered the banker. 1 know
this matter. am Jew myself In your coun-
try ] have only the right to sell old clothes But
our duty is to help you. You want work of
me. l am sorry, but you declared a war
against us and-yourselves.
He nodded, an elegant motion with the
hands and then conversation was over
| The lieutenant was on the street again He
read: Samuelson, Jacobson; Siebert, Moses
Manufacturing Company there were Jews
and their signs everywhere. 9an
The wife was waiting on the street near the
hotel.
They put us out!
Why? a 0i9
They do not like us. a-z
But why?
Servants in the hotel told them that dur
] ing the civil wa in LNinla nd ,zc,, ,.roro