The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-08-14
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ing in a dream.
Lost in the moving crowd were two
men engaged in conversation. One, a
tall skinny one, clad in light tan
top coat-the other, a short under
sized man, dressed in worn suit of
blue serge. A mass of black hair
protruded from under grey felt hat
which had long since lost all preten-
sions to shape. A newspaper, uneven
ly folded, rested under his right arm.
From beneath his horn trimmed spec
tacles a pair Of eyes which he blinked
continually, kept peering intently into
the faces of the passing crowds.
He kept pointing his forefnger at
the moving people and suddenly
clutching his companion by the arm,
spoke with an ominous drawl. His lips,
pregnant with words, slowly parted.
His friend, who had just lit half
smoked cigaret, raised his eyelids and
listened. when 1 see the masses
moving, I feel that the day of deliver
ance is coming. No longer will the
heels Of the bourgeoisie be felt upon
u.s." Here he lifted his right arm and
waved in a contemptous gesture. "See
those masses, man, they're moving!
Just look at 'em. The day is coming
tell you"
LIS companion did not take the
\ pains to answer. He merely gazed
blankly into the eyes of his comrade
and nodded his head. His lips he
pursed into a sardonic imitation of a
| smile, and continued putting at the
bit of cigaret dangling between his
lips.
Here they shook hands and parted
walking away in opposite directions
Soon both were enveloped by the
swarm of humanity.
The marching continued growing
more intense as the hours rolled on
On Sixth avenue, traffic came to an
abrupt halt following an approaching
patrol wagon whose bell changed nois
lily unmolested passage. Everywhere
these "black marias" were carrying
away groups Of arrested strikers.
Excitement was running high
Here and there the word "scab" was
heard, as some jealous striker identi
fled strikebreaker. This would act
as a signal for a rush Of angry strik
ers, all intent upon taking a look al
the traitor to their cause.
Wherever the mass Of strikers be.
came too dense, police, mounted on
shining brown horses, would charge
their steeds point blank into the
crowd. Down the street, a squat fig
ure bouncing in his leather saddle
tugged deliberately at the reins of his
mount, which thus led, lifted his fore.
hoofs and leaped into the retreating
mob, Telling one of the strikers unable
to escape.
Before the horse had time to tram
pie over the fallen one, he arose and
limped hurriedly away. Get out of
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liceman. He rode slowly away, fol-
lowed by angry voices Of Murderer"
'Robber of children!"
Undaunted, the strikers would dis
perse in confusion, only to form again
and continue their picketing. Up and
down they would tread upon the hard
pavement. Crowding, pushing each
other, but always moving. The shut
fling OF their feet echoed in the dis
lance like the stifed beating of a
drum.
On both sides OF the street windows
in the tall factory buildings would
open, heads pop out, eye the crowds
below wit ha blank curiosity, and pop
in again.
It was near noon time, when from
out of the crowds. a man. stunted in
growth, stopped abruptly and raising
both hands above his head cried lust
lily, ITO the halls, comrades, march to