The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1928-08-04
(Continued from Yesterdayl

Continued from Yesterday
On another occasion, a sailor, a
smart sailor "a 100 per cent Ameri-
CAM dropped a block from aloft just
missing the lousy bald head with the
Mussolini cap by an inch or so. The
bible puncher got scared at last. He
called to the congregation (his
henchmen, fascisti) and they held a
council. They weighed the block
it weighed 1914 lbs, measured the
distance (about 60 feet to high for
an accurate hit) and threatened the
sailor with a terrible punishment
for attempted murder upon high
seas emphasizing the high seas).
The smart sailor was also a good
liar and, consequently, lawyer, and
he said "The foot rope he was
standing on was too slippery, the
block too heavy for him to handle,
and being half starved and weak, he
slipped, was about to fall from aloft
remember the sixty feet) and to
save himself, he let go the block,
since they can make new blocks, but
cannot make new menu
"You dirty bastard" roared the
fat priest-like old man, don't you
know the sailors slogan when aloft ?
One hand for the owners, one for
yourself" and he violently struck
the sailor with brass knuckles,
knocking him down. After that
incident the old pig-head never
showed on main deck. And when on
the poop, he was always fearfully
looking skyward, like some religious
fanatic Gas he pretended to be at
times) awaiting on the second COM
ing Of Messiah
England thou land of my birth,
Thou fairest land upon the earth"
reverently sang fierce looking man
with a military mustache as we
were coming aboard our hell ship
in Necastle, N. S. w. He was walk
ing straight, soldier like, we all
looked up in amazement, thinking
who could he be? A patriot of
course, and judging from the fierce
look in his eye, a general most
likely! Presently we see him turn
about, stand erect, and proudly
looking towards the loosely hanging
and tattered blood and CUTS (Union
jack solemnly proclaimed! Stand
back! Where this flag flies every
man is free"
Giving us one look of superiority
he proudly felt conscious of being
and Englishman. Someb o d y
chuckled, a few smiled,-what a
clown, we all thought Rule Brit
tania, Brittania rules the waves, y
and, consequently, old pig head ruled
his ship with an iron hand. Nation
ality, BLOOD and Cuts" or his holy
bible meant nothing to him when it
came to cheating sailors out of their
pay and taking profits for himself
and the owners. The patriotic i'm
beetle turned out to be a regular
"land-lubber," soldier, "hard
boiled" sergeant major. He was Sc
tough and so proud of his patriotic
service in the army (patriomania)
that he even lied in signing himself
as prime seaman on main skysai
yarder" like the Westgate was
On the first day at sea the fierc,
looking soldier looked fierce no more
and his military mustache was sool
turned down in defeat and surren
der. And it came to pass that tn,
old hypocrite from Scotland CAV,
that patriotic English soldier a rea
to goodness Irish promotion (hi
pay was cut that of a deck boy)
Dispute the soldiers pleading, dis
pite his desperate appeals to hi
patriotism, the 20 years service il
India, many frontier skirmishes, hi
"gallantry." in shooting down de
fenseless natives, just for the low,
of blood and CUTS" all in vain
Bloody CUTS" meant nothing t.
Jack from. bonny Dundee. +.
Get to hell f'orrad' you blood.
soldier" he would roar making /;
grab for a Delaying pin. When i
came to power and profits Their,
I were only two classes, the master
and the sailor! In vain the soldier
was trying to tell of his faithful
service" under a general known fol
his patriotism in the slaughter o.
defenseless natives at Egypt anc
elsewhere. The "hard boiled" sar
gent-major had met a hard boilet
master, and was not hard boiled any
longer. Gone was his military bear
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