The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1927-02-08

ny wanted to know about He took
Paul to dinner, and they sat at a
little table in an outdoor cafe, and
spent a good part of the evening
conversing there. Paul told about
the schools; all the new educational
discoveries that had been made in
America, but could only be applied
in Russia. And the papers and
books-the modern, progressive
writers being translated and spread
over the half of two continents.
And industry-the colossal labors
of people to build modern world
out of nothing, with no capital and
no help from the outside. Paul
described the oil industry under this
Soviet system; a state trust, in
which the workers. unions were
recognized, and given a voice in la
Dor affairs. The workers published
papers, they had clubs and drama
tic societies, new culture, based
upon industry instead of exploita-
tio7
Then, of course, Bunny wanted
to l,mow about Ruth, and about
Paul's arrest and his trial, and what
was he going to do now. He was
or his way back to America, and
would probably be put to organic
IA A4locnia, because that was
the place he knew best. He had
been in Paradise and held secret
meetings with the men; until at
last he had been found out and put
off the tract-the place where he
had been born, and had lived near
ly all his life! But that was all
right, the party had a nucleus"
as it was called, in the field, and
literature was being distributed and
read.
Bunny told what he had learned
in Vienna, and how his article on
Roumania had been stolen; Paul
said that in every European capital
there were more spies than there
were lice. Very probably there was
some agent sitting at one of these
tables, trying to hear what they
said. His baggage was rifled every
few days. The imbecile govern
ments, trying to crush the workers
movement-and at the same time
piling up their munitions, getting
ready for the next war, that would
make Bolshevism as inevitable as
the sunrise!
"You really think therell be an
other war, Paul?"
The other laughed. "Ask your
eminent brother-in-law! He'll
know"
"But he wouldn't tell me. We
barely speak"
Paul answered that ornaments
produce wars automatically; the
capitalists who make the arma-
ments have to see that they are
used, in order to get to make more.
Bunny said that the idea of another
war seemed too horrible to think
about; and Paul replied, $50 you
don't think about it, and that makes
it easy for the business men to get
it ready"
He sat for bit in thought, and
then went on, "Since I've been trav-
cling in Europe, l find myself re-
'membering that night when you
and l met for the first time. Do
you recollect it, SOM"
When Bunny said that he did,
Paul went on, II wasn't in my
aunt's living room, and didn't see
those people that had come to lease
their lots; but l listened outside
and heard the wrangling and now,
as l go about Europe l say to my
self, that is world diplomacy. A
wrangle over an oil leasel Every
nation hating every other one, MAX
ing combinations and promising to
stick together-but they've sold
each other out before night, and
there's no lie that any one hasn't
told, and no crime they haven't
committed. You remember that
row."
How well Bunny remembered!
Miss Snypp-he hadn't known her
name, but her face rose before him,
brick-red with wrath. LET me tell
you, you'll never get me to put my
signature on that paper-never in
this world" And Mr.. Hank, the
man with the hatchet-face shout
ing, "Let me tell you, the law will
make you sign it"-only there was
no law in European diplomacy
And Mrs. Groarty, Paul's aunt,
glazing at Mr.. Hank and clenching
her hands as if she had him by the
throat. "And you the teller that
was yellin' for the rights of the
little lotsl You was for sharin' and
sharin' alike--you snake in the
grass!"
Said Paul: "Those people were
so blind with greed, they were will
ing to throw away their own
chances for the satisfaction of beat
ing the others. They did that, l
think you told me-threw away the.
lease with your father And every