The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-04-17
TRANSLATED BY LYDIA GIBSON.
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France. He had mania for telling the truth
to everyone. 1t burst out of him in spite of him
self, and all his neighbors feared him because
of this, it was such an unnatural and embarrass
ing habit Some hated him, some pitied him, but
he seemed to them all half mad His brother was
dying of consumption, and all the neighb0rs hid
the truth out of pity. But the "Crier,n as he was
nicknamed because of his habit of shouting the
truth at all times, told his sick brother point
blank that he going to die. The Crier's wife
left him with another man, and he took up for
awhile with another woman. Long afterward
they met, and he broke down the woman's senti
mental illusion that they had loved by telling
her that they had merely used each other out
! of necessity. On a holiday, American mil
liOnaire and his wife came in their automobile to
dine at the inn of the village, and all tine people
respectfully crowded around, while the mayor
made a servile speech; before it was finished,
guffaw of sardonic laughter echoed thru the
square. It.was the crier showing up the hypoc
risy of the occasion. He did all this brutally,
but quite simply, as tho the truth were as neces-
sary and as evident as the air. And his neigh
bors never knew who he would show up next and
feared him accordingly, and wondered how he
would end
lie was tireless He rushed off, where? Even
here, at six O'Clock, while Sunday was ripe
and we lOafed and argued. He approached a
reader installed with a newspaper at a table
The reader was village man, with the difference
that in honor of this fine holiday, he was dressed
in black cloth. What he was reading in the news
paper wasn't political news, but fiction story.
This romance, written by Partisan author as
famous as general, was named 'The WidOwer
and the Cow" A prodigious detective traced
crime, saying 81 notice that people always carry
an umbrella when it doesn't rain. Well, that
morning it didn't rain Therefore, l say that
soand-so carried his umbrella"
The left forefnger of the reader followed this
carefully; lin his right fist he had chunk of
bread), and his mouth lOOsened and CAPPED. He
forgot to chew while he goggled his eyes at the
story.
GLOW true it isw he said
Our friend, coming up behind the reader, struck
the paper blow with his fist and while the
reader cringing on the table like rabbit, lifted
timid eye, the Crier pronounced judgment on
the scribber: 'That Jean Dupont (supposing
this was the authors name-) "is an idiot!'
And while the forefinger of the reader trem-
bled over the demolished antheap of the news
paper, he held it down with his hand ON the
spot. This time it happened to fall upon the
continued story that was Just ending-the other
one was just beginning on the next page The
socialist deputy from crime to crime had finally
reached the scaffold But his charming daughter,
who despised him. and, you may be sure, did not
share his political ideas, married the young noble
I man.-The- reader read this with hiceup and
coughed it up with another hiccup.
"He is the limit" said the other gentlemen
who were sitting around talking about the Good
and the Best frowning at the disturber.
Literally nsupportablew said young gentle
man, pencil in air, interrupting his literary note
taking.
One of them just smoked. While the others
thot while the others talked, he smoked. The
smoke filed his head clouding his memory, and
built in him a solid catarrh-good strong ma
sonry. So instead of talking he drooled little
and you could hear the bubbling of his pipe
There was also lawyer present one of those
takers who are by accident, either the defenders
of the innocent or the accomplices of the guilty.
The literary gentleman again began his arts
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