The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1933-04-25

tiee Of the desperate protests of the
secretary.
Gentlemen ask youths is
against all regulationsp
Blast your regulations, grimly
thought Tolle to himself and pushed
the little weakling out of the way
with his broad shoulders. The heavy
boots of the three sank noiselessly
into the carpet.
An understood man was standing at
the window behind the long trailing
curtains. Slowly he turned. A pair
of frowning eyes behind pince-nez
looked suspiciouSly at the three work
men who without any previous for
nnalities were now standing in his
room.
Your business ?"
Now Kurt took the matter in hand
He took a few PAGES toward the man.
You're the Vice President, DR..
Weiss, aren't your"
That's right"
We've come as delegation from
the building workers employed by the
firm OF Bergman and Co. in order
to protest against the ban on the
May Day demonstration and against
the Police Presidents threat OF shoot
ing!"
The e-President took a thin
black cigar speckled with green spots
from his mouth, blew the smoke into
the room and lagily waved his hand.
II am very sorry, gentlemen, but
that is not the business Of my de-
partment. For that you must see the
Police President himself"
Just what have already told the
delegation from "Josetti," "Manoh"
and the workers of the Berlin Build
ing Company"-he thought to him.
self. Why do these fellows always
come to me7 And his next thought
was: the man in the snte-room is
an idiot, he'll be dismissed at the
next opportunity.
The Police President does not re-
ceiye Berlin workers, and since you
are his deputy, we at least want to
take back your reply to our COL
leagues"
the Yice-President looked in sur
prise at Kurt. Then he turned aside.
carefully removed the snow white ash
from his cigar By touching the heavy
bronze ashtray. My reply? I have
already told you that this is entirely
outside my sphere OF competence"
Kurt grew angry. But when alls
said and done, you've surely had
some say in this matter Do you
agree with the ban, and the order2
or what is your opinion about it?"
The Vice-President looked for a
few moments at the three workers
His eyes passed from the grave
looking face of old Tolle down to his
wrinkled and worn bricklayer's hands
which hung heavily down at his side
81 DON'T
THINK AT ALL"
yes, gentlemen" he replied at last
in curtously colorless voice. II ]
must tell you what I Think don't
think at ALL" And after a short
pause he added: Talk to the chief
about it, 1 can do nothing"
KURT would have loved to burst out
II laughing when they had left the
room. Did you hear that, Tolle
He doesn't think at all What is he
here for? He hasn't got to work
with his hands, and he can't with his
brains. Smokes poisonous black
cigars and looks out of the window
Talk to the chief about it' Talk to
my uncle Swine all Of them"
The other young worker laughed
at the sally. Tolle was silent. He
was thinking that his comrades
would hardly believe him, when at
the next branch meeting he told
them about this Afternoon.
1.-THE Vice-President without a
heed" laughed the young worker.
mo he's got head all right" an
swered Kurt" but he's one of those
respectable democrats, you know, who
stops his ears with cotton wool when
his chief gives orders to shoot. He
can't stand the sight Of blood-looks
out the window In the meantime and
smokes. AL one gang!"
ouuuelly Gu 4Olle mao lOSJ all lear
Of these unca my corridors with their
many locked doors, he hated the
smooth siayen faces OF the clerks
who looked at him suspiciously, he
hated the officers who rushed past
him in their high-polished boots.
Those we're the boon companions of
our "comrade" Police President, who
clicked their heels before him and
who tomorrow would shoot at him
and his class comrades in the name
OF zorgiebel and the old party.
Swine the swine. >" That
was all he could say. Outside on the
Alexanderplatz the pneumatic drills
hammered madly. High up on a
roaring steam hammer working in
the middle of the street at the Neue
Konigstrasse, there hung a small,
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