The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1933-05-04

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About three o'clock the loud sing
ing Of a demonstration coming from
the Wiesenstrasse into the KoeSliner-
strasse was heard; it was led by
young Communist. Everybody ran
down the alley 10 meet the demon
stration. Again the windows flew
open, again they shouted Red
'FRONT.'" and waved downwards with
their flags. In military formation
with closed ranks the marchers pas
sed through the alley gathering more
and more men and women as they
went along.
Anna ran by the side Of the dem
orstrators She was thinking how
Curiously the demonstration changed
at once the expression on the faces
Of the people in the alley. The nerv-
Gus tension had vanished All at
once they felt themselves filled with
sense Of a new conscious, confident
power, through the steady rhythm
Of marching shoulder to shoulder.
For the first time in her life Anna
felt, as she marched through the al
ley with these thousands, a strong
wave of elation rising from here heart
to her burning eyes. 1t was deep
inner feeling of happiness that al
most dazzled her This, she thought,
is the cause Of the sudden light in
the ashen faces. And she was hap
by that she was now going through
the same experience ..
She had not noticed that the DEM
onstration had reached the Reinick-
endorfer Strasse and was now re-
turning to the Wiesenstrasse. Only
when the singing suddenly stopped
and the people around her started
to boo, to whistle and to shout:
Down with the murderers Of work
ers!" did she see the police helmets
glittering closely in front.
She was seized by fear, but not for
herself-for the others, for all, for
the comrades who we're now picking
up stones. Someone shouted ::
Stand where you are, comrades!"
She was pushed to the front with
the others. The calm light mad van
ished from the ashen faces. A pierre
ing womsn's voice shrieked from q
window; B h u n d 81
FAR, AWAY. A THIN,
CUTTING VOICE
Like torn gust of wind the shrill
voice echoed above the heads Of the
masses. Out Of the Reinickendorfer
Stcasse, behind them, the long-drawn
signal of a police van was heard
Somewhere, far away, she heard a
thin, cutting voice: Fire"
The young man in front OF her
turned round. The red spot in his
buttonhole danced before her eyes 1t
became larger and larger. A red
circle in mad rotation
2ens peng pens >. The
Quick firing of police pistols cracked
straight into the masses.
"O--o-oo!" the worker before her
clssped his stomach and collapsed
with a painful groan. A few yards
further along, the pale hysterical face
o. a policeman appeared.
A stone tore the smooth, beardless
skin, bis helmet few Oh. Funny
how light his hair was above his
bleeding face. After that Anna could
remember nothing.
The police stormed over her, on
ward. Bullets and clubs cleared the
streets. Behind them dark forms Of
bodies in cramped positions, faces on
the ground, were lying in the road
way. From under the stomach Of the
shot young man thin streak OF
blood trickled into the gray dust. A
few PAGES further on an unshaven
face the color of ashes stared with
wide eyes into the blue sky. Foaming
red bubbles burst from the open
mouth. The f1at-nosed bullet getting
him in the back had torn his lungs.
One man tried to crawl to the side of
the street with shot knee. A child
ran aimlessly and screaming across
the street with dropping hand, ap-
parently broken. Someone was call
ing for the ambulance.
Four or five young workers carried
the wounded carefully into q house.
The colorless head Of the man With
the gurgling mouth hung backward.
Three dark puddles remained on the
empty street.
In the alley the police were run
ming past the quickly locked-up door
ways. Shots cracked between the
high walls like the furious barking Of
mad dogs. The enemy was invisible,
the street empty Behind the dark
windowpanes lay the dangerous,
hated enemy. Under the helmets the
faces were terror stricken. Before
them-behind them-above them
crouched the enemy. The reds were
waiting - hundreds, thousands 49, the
whole alley is full OF then--the
town.
Peng =. :. peng Trembling
fingers automatically pulled triggers.
The explosion makes a man feel
strong and secure. AS long as the
shooting continues the gray faces Of
OF the enemy remain invisible. Only
tine flags remain-the accursed, hated
red rags!
Down with those rsss' an officer
shouted. Vo.leys rang out on the
flags. A split flaspole snapped. Like
shot man it hung against the wall.
Away with the flags from the
windows. Glass jinsled, mortar
sprrted through the air. Suddenly
a howl of rage from hundred voices
A huge flag had fallen on the
street from the fourth f1oor. The