The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1927-07-05
THE STRUGGLE IN the
N. Y. NEEDLE TRADES !
THE POLICE AT WORK.
BY l. JEROME.

BY l. JEROME.
A picket demonstration outside the
shop of GAM and Bransilber. dress
manufacturers, 118 West 9th. St.
a. m.
Fifty workers, men and girls, earn
est, stalwart-spirited, file before the
building back and forth.
The firm has locked out its workers
for refusing to register with the right
wing of the union, and the Joint Board
has declared a strike.
715. Workers from other shops on
their way to work swell the picket
line. There is life Comrade greets
comrade. Steps are resolute. Ewes
CLEAN defiance.
The court has issued an injunction
against the strikers and the left wing
Joint Board. And the workers have
come to answer with q mass violation
of the injunction.
The line grows bigger. Danger
looms.
Surrounding the factories stand po-
lice clubs emotional. Industrial
squad men Turk in the doorways.
Pickets march Back. Forth.
An automobile draws up.
There are cries from the picket
line:
"Scabsl They've brought scabs!
Look, Sighlan's guerillas! The right
wingers-they war; o b,o5rp l,sne,.~,
strike. Down with the strikebreak-
ers! Down with the traitor Sigman!"
The automobile opens. A thin pale
man energies. A scab. His face is
ashen with fright. The police clear a
path for him. He runs. Runs the
gauntlet Of boots and Kisses. Into
the building.
The work of making the world safe
for strike-breaking begins. The cops
let fly their clubs. The industrial
squad spring from the Railways. Tt
gers bouncing from thickets. Men,
women, bystanders, strikers, battered,
felled, charged. The street is a bat
tle-field. The legions of the law and
the right wing are routing the work.
ers.
A ruffian stands on the running
board of the automobile. He is recog-
nized. A notorious gangster, hireling
of Sigman.
A girl picket passes him. He lifts
his foot and kicks her square in the
eye. The girl staggers. Falls. She is
blinded.
There is howl from the workers.
Twenty police rush to the rescue and
arrest-the girl.
A young worker leaps forward and
SEXES the gangster.
"Why don't you arrest him? He
assaulted the grill"
Fists of cops hail on his head, on
his face. Blue-clad arms of the law
jerk him, drag him into hallway,
Dark doorways tell no tales.
But the grip of the young worker
is strong. He holds on to the gang
ster thru the beating and the drag
ging.
"0fficer, l demand that you arrest
me together With this mani"
"Shut yer mouth, or I'll shut it fer
you, yer god damned Boishevik!" And
they drag him farther into the hall
way.
"officer No. will you do
your duty?"
Cftlcer No. growls. Bad
business. The Bolshevik has spotted
his number!
He arrests the three--the gangster,
the worker and the girl. He lines
them up in the passageway. They
wait for the patrol wagon.
Two policemen arrive.
Here you"--to the gangster-"get
the hell outa here!"
Before the eyes of everybody the
gangster is taken out into the street
and tipped off to slip round the cor
ner.
The patrol-wagon comes for the
bruised young worker and the blinded
girl
The Editors have taken out of
this article the names of the girl
of the worker, of the gangster who
blinded the girl, and also the num-
Der of the policeman who arrested
the three and then permitted the
gangster to escape. They will fur
nish these names and the police