The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-09-18
q FIGHTS PAUL BUNYAN.

FIGHTS PAUL 5UNYAN.
DAUL BUNYAN, middleaged American giant, was
foreman the workers of America He had
been worker himself for long years, but had been
corrupted by little Miser who owned, thru
black magic the fields and factories of America This
ogre gave Bunyan Ford car house, pretty lawn
and a white collar, and thus corrupted him Paul Bun
yam handed the Miser soul these things He was
converted from a into a merciess go-getter and
driver, scissor-bin with a scab soul
Young Proletaire sprawled lazily one noon the
length of the high palisades, dreaming New York
that giants best dream. Paul Bunyan suddenly
above him. kicking at his face with hobnailed boots
and snarling: Now found yeh, yeh agitator! Get
the hell back to the country come FROM I'm boss
here!"
Young Proletaire was taken by surprise He sprang
to his feet.
'Pm worker. So are you. Why do you fight for the
Miser?" Young Proletaire said clearly.
~ syPaHlc Runyan went raging mad.
= II hate your guts-dont argue, fight" he shouted
"You the guy who makes rebels and slackers Amer
lea isn't big enough for both of u.s."
So they fought The battle Numbered noun
tains and down valleys for bloody year. Lakes
dried up; railroads twisted to rusty junk cities smash
ed to spnters like teacups. Blood gushed in rivers
down the smooth auto roads. Farms died and
deserted like old dead work horses Factories
smen and rats and spiders haunted them, tho they
feudal castles.
A terrible time 1t was: worse than Wall Street
panic year, but not quite bad of the Mser's
frequent international Revolution
The end in Seattle Paul Bunyan licked
lay exhausted In the dirt Young Proetare doomed
him, bloody and alert. Decided to finish Bunyan
ever! An old lady demonstrated. Wanted another
chance given the man-driver
gesIncurable" pronounced Young Proetaire clearly
~and he himself said there wasn't enough for
both of in America" - f@
He finished the job. Old lady went back filled with
ethical to rocking chair pussycats and Hindu
poetry. Young Proetare dived from mountain into
the Pacific splashed about Justify let good
and water heal his many wounds. In month he
healed and ready again for work and play Hurrah for
hfe
go 3. CLOSES THE HOT AIR FACTORY.
TtHERE was factory OF hot air run by lawyers The
seat of government, manufactured the laws" No
one respected it, but all deemed it necessary cis
SgThe MiseE owned all the lawyers bought them with
Packards To him their hot air necessary-a
between his throne and the workers. who believed
democracy. ''Gy f1fa
81 Young Proletaire watched the lawyers at work p
t+"Useless" he muttered "Hot air grows no wheat
runs no railroads writes poems!"
He hated hot air, had always loved the cold clean
electric air OF truth. gps(
theaters of America? He called to him miners farm.
ers, machniss, artists, engineers and other workers
Shall the lawyers govern with hot air." he asked
mol" they shouted, 1--WE can govern ourselves"
So the lawyers were shipped the Buford to the
North Pole to harvest the summers ice-crop Use
full at last. North Pole is place for hot air. which
is why II chosen. Csc
The workers governed themselves. Things really
went much better. There one to confuse them
at their creative tasks. Truth became the fashion
This was his first achievement.
a. WHISTLES WITH A SPIRIT.
VoUNG Proletare sowing the Bad Lands Of
Wyoming with garden cities and workers com