The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1930-08-23
BY ED. FALKOMSKI.


his article affords q sharp contrast
to the role of capitalism on the Po-
ish side of the frontier ana the
lOorkers' ruie in the Soviet Union.
Last 2Ueek Mr.. FGikot0ski told of
has arri0QL IN WARSAW on his tOGy to
the Soviet Union and of the efforts
of Polish eGploiters and grGfters 10
discourage HIM from continuing has
trip. He 1vas told tales of indescrib-
able atrocities, of unmentiomabte
horrors and of widespread suffer-
eng. In the meantime, he found
thousands of Polish aVorkers at the
railroad station seeking an escape
from the Polish paradise he aoos
asked to believe e1isted. They acre
looking to America With its sin mil
lion unemployed and STARRING a0ork-
ers. Take ap the story from here}.
II.
pIDING toward Negoreloje. End
A less stretches of barren plain
flow by. Now and then a rickety
village, collection of straw-thatch-
ed roofs, punctuated the meloncholy
wastes. Peasants in rags watched
the train plunge across their small
world. Barefooted boys drove flocks
of geese across the fields. Shrivelled
women hunched in doorways, talk
ing, Everywhere poverty of the
crudest, most hopeless description.
In my compartment sat judge.
His dignity did not permit him to
read the largest letters in a news
paper without pinching his glasses
to his judicial nose. From the sa-
tiny folds of his cravat a small dia-
mond shot forth fiery CLEANS. What
will you do in Russia?" he was say
ing repeatedly. "Only poverty and
misery there! They'll take ad yan-
tage of you there. You'll be lucky
if you return with a shirt on your
back!. :"
Fat Grafters' SANDER.
A parrot-nosed business man who
seemed pregnant. adj
inb baritone to the serious observa-
tions of the judge. Ills sa--,..,
fingers bore jeweled rings. A thick
watch-chain traced a drunken U
against his vest. He not only agreed
with the judge, but brought out
his own life experience to bear wit
ness to what he said. "Do you think
l would work as l do if I wasn't
sure l could make profit? Every
body is built on the same model. No
body will work for nothing. The
Communists are trying to operate
against human nature-and you
can't change human nature, you
know!"
A ticket-collecto drifted in, wip-
ing the sweat out of the band of
h. hat. "You are not afraid of
Bolsheviks?" he asked. I asked him
why / should be afraid. He answer
ed by saying : had "courage"-what-
ever he meant.
When the judge arrived at his
station, he bid farewell, cycling me
pathetically. / was surely on my
way to certain destruction, he must
have thought. With the business
man it was the same.
Sweated, Superstitious. Fear.
Toward the late afternoon the
ticket-collector sat in the compart-
ment. The Bolshevik theme ex-
hausted, he varied the subject to
complaints about his long hours, low
wages, and monotonous work. Sly
ly he limited that a small money
offering would not be altogether I'M
welcome. -.
"But why do you think the Boil
sheviks are such bad people?" / in
quired trying to drive him to q def
mite explanation of the lack of SYM
pathy he manifested for Russia.
How can one respect people who
blow up churches, who respect no
ones liberties" he asked. Russia
is not a right kind of country any
more"
GLOW do you know? Do you talk
with any of the Russians at the
border?"
"God no! Why, that would mean
immediate discharge from work! In
fact, one could be court-martialed.
We are state employees, and the laws
are strict"
Death to Exchange Talk.
What about the soldiers at the
border--don't they ever hobhob with
Russian soldiers?"
'In the name of the Father and
the Son-no! Why, that would mean
death. 1t is treason to have any
thing to do with Communism, or
Communists"
"And you people with so little
freedom Of your own, your wages so
low that you've got to beg-your
freedom so narrow that you can't
talk to another human being only
because he happens to wear diff
ferent uniform-what have you to
fear from dictatorship of the pro-
letariat when you already suffer