The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-05-15
TRANSLATED BY AvRoM LANDY.

"The houndsV cried the one who had read the
note first, ''they want to cut our wages again"
'How roared another "and we're to work
longer, too"
Old Bernhard pushed himself through the
crowd. as that true?" he exclaimed, and read
the notice.
'aThose dogs" the tall miner cried In the mean
time. '0They want to starve u.s."
"Serves you right" answered another. you're
eating out of their hands, even though you can't
lift your cross anymore"
More and more came. They crowded around
the notice. Screamed and filed the air with
noise. Some raised their fists.
mo one goes in ~ old Bernhard called sharply
In the midst Of this.
mo! No one!" the tall miner roared after him
and elbowed his way out.
They collected in front of the gate. It was
a large, mass. Some, however, were fetched
back again and streamed across the yard
After a time old Bernhard came out, "Were
strikingw he cried out loudly "All are agreed
Nobody will be let in"
NO." the men cried, "well let nobody in"
'What more do they want?" somebody asked
as old Bernhard went in again.
"They're looking for the drectorw said a little
man.
"Will they find him?" asked the tall miner
Certainly notw said the little man. "rhe
big ones are never here when they think it might
become dangerous"
But we've caught the manager" said one who
came out of the mine.
''What did he say?" asked the little man.
"At first we intended to throw him down the
shaft"
Hes still alive them" asked the tall miner.
'Yesyhe said it is really shame to offer us
such wages Then we let him go.'
''You shouldn't have done that" and old helper
interrupted "They all stick together when we're
to be exploited, for every one Of them makes his
profit out of u.s."
Another nodded: "We're nothing anyhow but
cattle to make money for them. Nothing more"
'FWhatll happen now?" asked young lad.
Owe mustn't let anyone get to the pumpsw
grOwled the tall miner.
NO." the little man agreed, they'll be sure to
give in then"
"Our pits to be flooded, then?' fat man
crowed somewhat anxiously.
"Hey Beyer," bawled the little man, "would
you rather starve?
''Now the old man answered. "But where1l
we work when the pit is fooded?"
''This way" cried the tall pickman, "were all
working ourselves into the grave. Is that any bet
ter? They won't let the pit be flooded either"
mo, they won't do that~ Kissed the little man.
Besides, we're all agreedp'
''The Christians have even voted for the strike p
someone called out from the crowd.
"They're here, tOOw said the tall miner.
"I'm onew said a blackhaired man with en-
phasis and pushed towards the front
"Me, tool" said the tall miner and stretched
himself
cha, ha" bleated fat STATESMAN. $50 the
dear gods on our side today, too" Everybody
laughed.
After a while the men returned from the mine
place. didn't you find him?" the tall pickman
called out to them.
mop old Bernhard answered. "He hasn't been
at the mine today"
"What we do nOw?" another asked
"Wait till he comes" old Bernhard replied.
"But viii he Gomez" walled Boyer anxiously,
turning to the old man.
Hell come all rightw old Bernhard laughed.
Especially when he sees his pit is being flooded
and we're not letting anyone in"
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