The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-04-24

But this didn't stop great wave OF lndlg-
nation rising against the trouble maker who
poured unrest and bitterness into people by
showing them reality as it really was at work
All were really against him. He was all alone
because, when you say what is so, it makes an
explosion that shocks everyone.
But wait.
always me, they say, always more want
more than you, more than you! Grab, here
and there and everywhere, families, countries,
everywhere and always Then what?"
He put the question, and it was twenty ques-
tons at once sinking each person there. :
why the end of the world said little
boy.
And what the little boy said was like a very
soft and very clear clap of thunder
The gentleman lifted up his voice, but he
didn't say what he would have said an instant
before. He humbly approached the upright
man and in the soft voice of a tempter he said
MY dear friend, am as bold as you, holder
even.- But keep your dreams to yourself To
respect Truth, begin by not speaking Never
avow it. 1t is not the proper time It is never
the proper time"
The shrill chorus of lawyers, and specialists
called politicians, and all the vicious-minded
and the spectators sweating calculations
echoed that it was not the proper time But
it was like drop of holy water sprnkled in
the ocean.
Around the edges of the crowd voices were
rising
Equality said one.
Equality said another.
And more and more each one saying the
same thing. And they didn't stop.
The gentlemen, preacher and the mayor
were terrified by these people who were all
saying what must be. For what in the world
then could stop it from being? They had never
been so frightened. They stuck their fingers
in, their ears and ran away from the hurri-
cane that wassrising there ;, saefa
ga fool? You still say he was fool? Don't
you see that it would be paradise-the only
poor paradise possible-if everyone finished
what he began?"
That day, from one minute to another, dis
approval became approval. Everyone felt the
miraculous swing of the seesaw. His sim
certify, his simplicity, his truth, became evident
to all.
Now you heard everywhere: There's cap
able man; there's dependable man. He and
his ideas will live hundred years.
To the stranger passing by he seemed
man like all the rest; to u.s. his neighbors, he
seemed Unreasonable. The hatred that had
hung around him was now called respect !;
for that's what men are like.
ELECTION time came around; they said:
'Wel vote for you" And the vote tell
ers read his name, his NAME his name, moth
ing but his name, on every scrap of paper.
PUT at the time he was alderman, then
mayor, he was ILL.,
queer sickness-you couldn't say just ex-
actly what it was.
1t began about the time he didn't sell his
hay. He had stroke with all that hay unsold.
He said then he was tired all the time. His
face was lined, combed in all directions with
wrinkles.
He cried once or twice (and it's bad sign)
''But it isn't agep' But that's what it was.
He was growing old; he had grown old. Age
came slowly like sickness and at the same
time suddenly like an accident.
He became mayor at the same time that he
became old, and that made mixture.
THAT business of the chimney.
mister Mayor" said the people standing
in rows in his Office, things are going wrong.