The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-04-24
TRANSLATED BY LYDIA GIBSON.
Third TnstaElment.

a mania for telling the truth to everyone. They
feared him, not knowing who or what would
be the next to come under his tongue-lashing.
He told his consumptve brother that he would
die, and he told the woman who had lived with
him for awhile after his wife left him. that not
love but necessity had brought them together.
He laughed at the townsmen and the mayor
for toadying to millionaire tourist, he urged
and showed up bunk like whirlwind But
when his wife came back, after running away
with another man, he took her back to their
house. He told the churchgoers that "God is
product made for the use of those who pro-
duce nothing" and was amazed that they
themselves didn't believe in God though they
went obediently to mass ito do as others do"
And when they laughed at a Negro he showed
them how all races of men are alike under
their superficial differences and that war is a
fraud Unanswered by others higher up. The
preacher and the mayor tried to quiet the peo-
pie by explaining that by doing nothing they
should improve everything; but with one of
his huge bursts of sardonic laughter the Crier
showed how ridiculous and hypocritical this
was. But nevertheless, his neighbors feared
him. They didn't like to have all their hypoc-
risieS and illusions and comfortable lies pulled
out and torn to pieces. And they wondered
how this strange man would end. Then some
thing happened.
THERE was a revoIutionist This red couldn't
find work he was chased away everywhere
he knew only the wrong side of the houses
hereabouts. He was like something that had
sprung up out of the earth. His clothes were
ragged and patched. The light clothed him in
gray.
The villagers, with the instinct of hunting
dogs, growed at him.
l The Crier stood by the hunted man, and said,
he was the only honest man among them:
"This man has against him all the iesuits,
all the iin0OC all thn ond tbo in
triguers, all the ministers and hangmen in
creation! They will make even peace between
themselves in order to fall upon him all to-
gether.
Revolution? Ha! Mix injustice with loyal
ty, start it fermenting and you will have revo-
luton"
He made them see the sort of big trap they
were caught in, when they stuck finger into
the fear of revolution, and that they were beat
en- and bound and that the minute one wanted
to do something better and decenter, the "im-
mediate duty" was held up before ones eyes
like an immoVable thing-the immediate"
bah! Git was so true that several of his hear
ers put out hand to push off that "imme-
diate') because the rich must make, for their
success,amore separation between men than
there really is.
Where is truth to be found, who will tell it
to us" quavered the school marin, who was full
of good ideas and of good will, but who was
troubled by grave inner doubts.
He said, generously:
who tells us that the metric system is the
truth? And yet you have the audacity to ap-
ply it? And before adopting this arrangement
of weights and measures, you didn't wait for
them to make that famous voyage to the moon
to prove it?''
The reason that is in us is of fragile health;
it easily sickens, with lots of complications;
and this, in one flash, he had shown.
"He is insupportablep' said the gentleman.
This gentleman, who interviewed so often
was never the same one. 1t was the petty Off
Gals or the liberal professional man, or the
investor, all cut to the same pattern. This time
it happened to be a vast body which came
walking on tiny legs; from behind, his trousers
/ looked like a dwarfs.
The gentleman in question wanted very