The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1933-05-24

hand grenade slipped from his fin
gers-he ran on without thinking A
few yards behind him the bursting
bomb tore up the pavement A hail
storm of dirt and bits of stones fell
over him.
At the entrance to the alley the
deafening explosions of the hand
grenades f1ared up. The alley, the
walls, the roofs, the whole uncanny
night had suddenly come to life.
Stones crashed on the pavement, re-
yolvers Spat fire. Immediately in
front of Schlopsnies fell heavy iron
object. He had felt the wind of it
as it passed his head. He tried to
look up. That cursed helmet-one
could see or hear nothing from under
meath it. Perhaps they are throwing
things from the roof? He ran close
to the houses for cover A long drawn
howl pierced the night from the dark
hole of the alley . peng peng
=. aktak-tak-tak . the machine
pistols shattered the human sound.
Once he heard the officers voice a
long way off. Now Schlopsnies could
see no one. He was choked with fear
he was alone, alone in this hell out
side the alley. Senselessly he potted
at the windows Of the houses oppo-
site, A shadow ran close past him.
Back?
A log fell with q hollow sound on
the pavement, spewed out by the
night. More figures were running past
him. Policemen? Reds? He shouted
after them. One one heard His feet
were glued to the ground He could
not run. Shots and explosions roar
ed in his ears. A stone struck his
helmet and bounced off with a bang.
Hey, hey, haaaalt!'' he shouted. He
stumbled across the street. Il have
bullet in my headlight in the
head-all is smashed-finished. E. -
From the bridge came the whistle
Of the officer twice in quick success
sion. The men ran back in short,
quick jumps and gathered behind the
corner The attack had failed.
The people on the narrow stairs
made room as someone was carried
up. A woman switched on an cleo
trio torch. One man had taken the
wounded under the arms; two others
held the feet.
"Owww i. ugh ow =. ."
The soft groan echoed through the
house. Hermann stood on the land
ing of the first floor and opened the
door of his flat. Several were lying
there already.
For few seconds the light of the
lamp lit up the silent, frightened
faces Of the women standing there.
TITS little Otto" one of them wl1is-
pered after the door had closed.
Hermann quickly pushed the table
under the lamp, and carefully they
lifted the victim. One placed a pill
low under his head. Now they could
inspect the wound properly. The
lower part of one trouser leg was re-
duced to blood stained rag.
Dum-dum bulletl thought Hermann
biting his lips The ankle was COM
pletely shot to pieces He tore a
few linen sheets from the cupboard
Inc Danoages had been used up long
ago. While they tried to bind up
as well as they could the pieces of
flesh and splintered bone, young
woman stroked Otto's chalk white,
grimy face. Once she bent back her
hands, she was trembling so.
No one knew this young woman
worker. She was not from the alley.
But Hermann remembered having
seen her several times during the
night trying to help in looking after
the children and later the wounded
Kurt told him later that it was
young Social Democratic tobacco
worker from Manolis, whom he had
seen talking to young comrsde on
the Nettelbeckplaz.
ITO Be Continued)