The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-11-27

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out. Harry and Klein thought & best
to rush around. yelling Ike the other
fends, letting OF their rides, pretend
ing to bayonet PROSTATE enemiea- No
plumber In the schoolroomA just
books, maps, globes and desks over
thrown among masses Of mortar. To
shouts Of JOY the bedrooms we're being
rined. Helpless against the big shells,
the Mexican boys had been chucked
about by the hurricanes Of explosions.
Blood stank everywhere, on sheets.
pillows, books, broken furniture, on
the money and trinkets being lifted
by the invaders. Everywhere things
like bloody worms seemed to crawl
over things; the cadets had taken
mattresses from their beds and stuffed
them into the broad windows-the
shells had blown boys and bedding
into feathery wriggling bits. Klein
and Harry stood in corner. They
took a moment In which to breathe,
and decided to smile as they saw two
satin slippers borne away as q gift to
the captain Of an English warship.
A pious gangster from New York.
whose loud voice and brutal fist had
earned him rapid promotion to bosun's
mate, routed out the boys. Into the
street with vel" he shouted. AS he
was poking his bayonet their way
they scuttled out The pious catholic
was now real bloodthirsty, religious
fury agitating him against the help
less people. Crazed with fear, bleed
ing about the head, child skidded up
and clutched his legs. "Padrel"
walled the small shrill voice. The
petty officer raised his rife and was
bringing down the butt on the little
ones head when he paused and showed
the kid to one side. Il can't do It'll"
he wolfed, and squatted on a door
step.
The boys slogged on The street
was filed with panic-stricken citizens.
Three nuns on the run, showing their
fat calves, were not molested. Harry
passed ripping banks Of morning glo-
ries and secretly marveled at the rich
color Of the hibiscus. Dark alleys.
Prostitutes in silk tights killed by
shells. An old beggar sitting on steps,
very quiet Breeze lifted white hair
from forehead and there was a frag-
ment of hot iron sticking in his fore
head. Harry sobbed. ION! Ont"
beloved the Annapolis masters and
their overseers, the petty officers.
The imperialist shock troops drove
on. To smashed-up school. Shells
had burst within. A slaughterhouse.
Tough sailors cried out when they
got in. The gangster howled to
saint Harry had to go in, nearly
stumbling over a child at the black
board who was chalking away swiftly,
making queer, crazy scrawlings. Harry
peeked. Her eyes had been put out.
: He felt impelled to look up, and start
ed backward. Above the blinded un.
fortunate smouldered the stern eyes
Benito Juarez, hberator of Mexico.
Harry covered his face, leaning on
his rifle, tears streaming down his
checks. The great navy Of the U. s.
at numbering job like thisl A de-
fenseless town bombarded. helpless
men, women. children butchered!
Klein tiptoed up. his long nose wob-
bling az his face worked up and down.
Harry, these poor kidsI Some day
there viii be change. Some day we
shall enter another great room like
this, but filed with dead oil men, SEN
ators and admirals!"
IAN this murder and still no salute
TO the flag" muttered Harry. what
kind Of rag Ia It that must drink
human blood to satisfy its bastard
'honor'?" The boys dared to dream
out loud OF the big room filed with
dead bosses. OF the rich land OF Mex
leo emerging from the exploiter's
shadow. Away with priests and cathe.
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