The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1929-05-06
e By FESPoT
Translated by A. S. Arthur and c. Ashleigh
AL Rights Reserved international Publishers, N. Y
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engines stood IN like affairs demanding their sacrifice And the
ywhees stand still and yet whr He laid his hand the
CINE: they stood there firmly Mighty
crystals-ready o explode.
days. everything was trim and clean Every
polished floor cleaned and not pe Of dus bred the Windows U ns
through which flowed the blue amber light Here
be living doggedy and under his the machines live also
man. blue shirt and cap suddenly sprang out from
gangway between the wiped waste
could mark the whites of his cap
pulled down over his nose and flat his His
tahe sprouted red and bstlng He py
"Hullo old you? you're brave commander
Something told me you still alive and kicking guessed
you've certainly heered up Let's with little
IT IS Brynza, the engineer his old friend
He born here and his father before him mechanic; he
the machinery and the machinery his whole world
Gleb and Bynza together together boys
factory
well, here's fighting good you.
You're wearing only your
right they stick out far enough
gave joy opened arms wide embrace his
old friend
"Brynza old pail you're you're
down with fodder bags for boarding grub like most the factory
here one would think you We're going to start on the jor
devils You see how they look? How clean
they are! only needs word Start Bryna
Jolly machinery would start turning and tumpeng
Machines need discipline and live hand just like When
I'm with the engines I'm engine myself and all
the devil with your politics yelling and Drawing Fight like hell smash
that doesn't concern For there's only thing: the
there innbecies
and goodfor nhngs play around with pipe
lighters know wouldn't touch them You old devil you've
yourself here with machines don't thing
changes that have taken you
RRYNZA suddenly stood perfectly still and
Haiti Are trying your agitation political meetings?
fouwont that brother You're engines
not at public meeting
have been dealing Well be work
here but there ramps all the highways
OF these oafers wanders here and
behind The best place for these chaterers the Factory
mlttee The
deness and abberng they both
anything here with big words These machines
not words; they're hands eyes"
Geb caressngy stroked glossy the engine With
moist and almost drunken he gazed fxedly Brynza
Why old friend you've living organized thing here!
One hates to leave it, But how the factory
the people have become Why you
these
than rubbish heap the Ioaers
petty hagglers? Get out of this before you peg
RRYNZA shook with from head His
1t though his heart bursting boiling
madness With all his brought the shining
flank of
The factory must be going
must live will devour Do know
you DON'T You would mad if really and felt it. But who
knows this? | know it--ony Il"
Brynza had with
the machines and had stood by them all
engines senced the deserted surgng
factory to revolution to civil hunger and sungBrynza
the the
lived and bit lonely gttering machines
This factory has got to get Gleb When there's
they've got to work. All if could only realize it,
do do all you things going Keep
your mind on that and don't forget for a minute"
Geb caught Brynza's with excitement
Right old friend! it's factory it's get
my hand were going to start her gong Well
Kills mel Keep your Diesels ready Well backs
CTo be Coninued)
Plan New Barracks has been made to the War Depart