The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1927-10-15

do something still more impossible he tried to
shout his tormentors into silence
you're a lot of bolsheviks yourselves" he roared
But the crowd did not in the least insulted
at the accusation, it only laughed all the more
You're supporting ROBBERY Sheer stark, staring
naked robbery. You're supporting the robbers Of
widows and orphans. You're supporting murder
ers" The speaker almost foaming at the mouth
and the noise was getting louder and louder AT
the corner policeman put his head round withdrew
it and walked the other way.
The young fellow in the overalIs made himself
heard again above the din and the crowd grew
silent to listen to him.
"Oh Mfr. Speaker, there just something else
l wanted to say. Isn't it fact that all such Rus
sian property has been declared the property OF
the Russian High Court of Justice, and cannot
therefore be stolen? How do you explain that?"
The speaker suffered and the crowd roared with
delight at each new hit
We'll you see, the High Court, of course, had
to What | mean is, the High Court. With
buster OF anger who are you coming here and
trying to break up my meeting? I'll give you IN
; charge my fine fellow. Everyone in England has
right to express his or her opinion freely not like
the state of affairs in Bolshevst Russia"
"Then why do you threaten me with the police
for daring to express mine?" demanded the imper-
turbabIe young man.
The speaker beloved like bull to make himself
heard,
GAS said all Russian oil is stolen property ="
He got no further There was storm of laughter
and jeering The crowd had lost patience with him
and remarks began to be very distinct and audible
advising him to take his departure
YAH go home" "Put new recordp' We've
heard that befo1e!" Pack up and go whilst the
gong's good!"
The unfortunate on the platform took the
hint and descended. Buttoning on his chamoix
leather gloves he shouted instructions into the
of loafer who had sided up about what was to
be done with the platform and then he made ready
to depart.
He tried to leave the crowd with dignity, but
that was task not easy to perform. To retreat
with dignity through hostile and contemptuous
crowd with hail of caustc witticisms ringing in
ones ears, is not easy and never will be. But all
things both good and bad to end in time
and finally he shook the crowd off his heels and
disappeared round the corner to where his two
seated car was waiting.
friend who had witnessed his discontinue
joined him and spoke words of sympathy.
"That a bad meeting, old man."
eyes, rotten answered the other glumy. "The
many-headed getting more and more difficult to
reason with"
He cranked up the engine, but it refused to take.
"And the trouble is it's not isolated phenome-
I've spoken in all parts of the country Man
chester, Birmingham, Liverpool, Glasgow and its
the same everywhere. don't KNOW what the coun-
tly's coming to. Blast this engine what's the mat
ter with it."
He cranked away violently and then still getting
result he went to the steering wheel and fumbled
about bit.
ooh what fool l l forgot to fill up the
petrol tank before left this morning. Open up the
back will you. You'll find can of petrol there"
His friend opened the receptacle at the back of
the car whilst the speaker unscrewed the cover of
the petrol container The petrol duly fished
out and handed over
"Ah, thanks old man"
And thick stream of rich FLUID commenced to
pour through funnel into the tank.
Careful with your cigarette, old fellow"
The friend mechanically threw away his cigar
cite. His eyes glued on to the petrol can The
cause of his surprise very innocent. It was
nothing more than three large letters painted in
red on the side of the can, but the letters were
"R. o. p"
Finally he recovered his voice and spoke.
Il say old fellow, but that's Bolshy petrol you're
using yourself, you know. Look Russian Oil Pro-