The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1933-12-13

OEacs OI LtUIn Dy MS WIG ana
lifelong comrade, n. Erupskaya,
which we are reprinting in connec-
ton with the apprcs thing Lenin
Memorial In January, 1884.
These memories, which give an in
innate portrait Of the great leader
of the international working class,
are taken from Volume III OF the
Memories" published by Interna-
tionaI Publishers.
PARIS
(Is09-IO)
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nyich was fond of visiting the SUI
burban theatres, and of watching the
working class audiences there. / re-
member on one occasion we went to
see q play which depicted the tor
lures of soldiers in penal battalion
in Morocco. It was most interesting
to watch the audience. They were
quick to respond to every incident.
The performance had not yet begun.
Suddenly shouts went up from all
over the theatre: "Hat! Hatl" This
outburst was caused by the entry Of
q lady wearing a fashionable hat
trimmed with feathers. The audience
demanded that the lady remove her
hat and she was obliged to submit.
The performance began. In the play
a soldier is sent to Morocco and his
mother and sister remain at home in
poverty. The landlord Of the house in
which they live is willing to allow
them to live there without paying the
rent il the soldiers sister agrees to
become his mistress. Brute! Dirty
dogl" was shouted from all parts of
the hall. I have forgotten all the de-
tails of the play, but / remember
that it depicts how the soldiers who
do not submit to the officers are tor
tured in Morocco. It ended with a
mutiny and the singing of the I'm
ternationale" The performance of
this play was prohibited In the CEN
ter of the city; but in the suburbs it
was performed to enthusiastic audi
ences. In 1910 a huge demonstration
took place in which about 100000 per-
sons took part, to protest against the
Morocco adventure. The dernonstra-
ton took place with the sanction of
the police. It was headed by Socialist
members of the Chamber of Deputies
who wore red sashes. The workers
we're In d fighting mood and shook
their fists at the windows of the
houses in the wealthy quarters of the
town. Here and there shutters we're
hastily put up; but the demonstration
passed off as peacefully as could be.
1t ofd not resemble protest demon
stratton at all.
Through Charles Rappoport, vIadi-
mir nyich was introduced to Paul
Lafargue, q son-in-law of Karl
Marx, a true and tried fighter of
whom nyich had very high opin-
ion. Lafargue and his wife Laura,
Marks daughter, lived in Dravelle,
about IS hlometers from Paris. They
had already retired from active work.
One day, Ilyich and cycled to Dra-
velle to visit the Lafargues. They re-
ceved us very afniably. Vladimir be-
gan to tell Lafargue about his book
OIt piu1OnOpily WHIT hduAd AIa1oA 6uC
took me for walk in the park. was
little excited was actually walk
ing with Marks daughter. I scanned
her face eagerly to try to find some
resemblance to Marx in her features.
In my embarrassment babbled
something inartsculately about the
part women were playing in the revo-
lutionary movement and about Rus
STA. She replied, but somehow or
other conversation Jagged: When we
returned we found Lafargue and IL
yich discussing philosophy. Soon he
will prove" Laura said about her hus-
band, chow sincere are his philo-
sophie convictions" and she ex-
changed significant glances with her