The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1927-09-26


the cause Of her downfall and said
minister is now occupying a cell. |
have been told that the fundamental
lists are going to put on drive to
get all their boys out of the prisons
d. before Christmas. They may succeed
unless the sheriffs who receive 65
cents day for feeding them raise
howl 1t would not be good policy
to throw a big army of unemployed
en- the labor market in the middle of
Winter.
THOSE who believe that Greenwich
Village is only famous for its
night life should be in front of the
Methodist Episcopal church on 4th
Street between 9th Avenue and
Washington Park, yesterday after
noon about / p.. m. The Rev. Mr..
Ross, pastor of the church, was as
busy as bawdy picture salesman on
east 18th Street, with cop in the
offing. 1t appears that as soon as
the reverend gentleman finished his
homily he darted to the front door
and shook every hand that passed by
him, stopping now and then to take
the name and address Of a prospec-
tive steady customer who had just
been introduced to his joint.
TEE dominic was smiling like re-
formed democrat and bobbing like
Jack Dempsey in his seventh round
encounter with Tunney. His raiment
was not cut out of the same block of
goods and | could a vision of a
new suit with an extra pair of pants
mirrored in his eyes as he gave the
hands Of aged females an extra
squeeze to make them feel that god
in his heaven was depending on them
for help in his eternal fight with the
devil who seems to be committed to
the policy of permanent revolution
against the celestial empire. The old
men and the virgins were not given
m c h attention, possibly on the
theory that the old men had wives
and had nothing to say anyhow about
financial affairs while the young
girls would probably lose their souls
to male patrons of the sinful cafes
that strew the neighborhood. It was
a bright sunny day and the Rev. Ross
was surely making his hay.
PRACTICALLY every articulate in
diyidual in the Village is engaged in
writing novel, excepting those who
are writing plays. Sometimes they
may be seen wandering around a
yawning subway in the making, dur
ing the noon hour when journalists
who work on salary basis are on
the way to their desks. They are
pleasant fellows, those novelists and
extremely interesting. 1t matters
little if it takes them years to write
a novel There is really more fun
thinking Of writing a novel than
either in writing it or living on the
royalties. In fact most of the
things that we succeed in putting the
Indian sign on lose their glamor
then ana there
TT must not be assumed however
that all our village artists live on
the quarters they borrow from gull
lille cops to help pay transportation
to Pittsburgh or to the dying parent
in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. Some Of
them actually work, either to make
Il living in the here and now or later
on thru the medium of a best seller
lased on actual experience among
that mysterious class of human be-
ings known as the proletariat.
While strolling along 9th Avenue re-
ccntly-the time was five minutes to
p. nj met friend of mine who
can write rings around worm.
THE novel was almost finished, he
informed me, blinking his left eye
at a horny bowled briar pipe that
jutted from his face. l looked at him
and thot of Conrad, II. NJ Tomlinson
and others who surprised doting
mothers by making good in their old
age. But how do those sluggish
geniuses live in the meantime? A
whistle blew and the author of a
great novel bid me goodbye and in
a few seconds he was diving into a
hole in the ground. Excavating for
new subway! What splendid
material for proletarian novel there
must be in the raw bowels of this
big city?
GO to dine and was waited on by a
y smart young lady in gypsy cos
tune who smoked necessarily with
out dropping cigarette ashes in my
coffee. Customers being rare so early
in the day she deigned converse with
'fne and | marvelled at the energy she
put into the business of praising
JAMES Joyce, the famous Irish author
Of ULYSSES" and other works more
admired than understood. She was
also novelist in the making, but
what subscription solicitor for The
DAILY WORKER was lost in her,
She did not choose to be a politician
and is an artist, being contrary like