The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1933-09-26
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BY Michael Gold
THE EAGLE LAYS AN EGG

Don't you trife with that bird the
General said,
Don't you sneer or sneeze, but fondly
bid him stay.
He brings you ham and freedom, hope
and Bread
A blue Utopia egg he means to lay!"
yum, yum, an egg, great big beau
tiful egg'
Yelled the hungry, hopeful masses
- rushing near
Then saw a trucking down the
brides leg
An old familiar yellow mustard
smear!
egg smashed, by cripes!" But the
General knew no dismay.
"Try again!" he roared. blue Eagle,
YOU must feed this crowd"
So. squeezing and hollering, the poor
fowl managed to lay
A black fascist bomb, and my, was
the General proud!
Most miners are hungry, one tried
to eat the damn thing.
It bust every tooth and banged up
smack in his face.
Yes. picket-line bombs are the food
and freedom they bring,
Could any Boss-bird produce eggs for
the human race?
From the Millionaire Slums
A NEW YORK tab reports that in
n suing for divorce, Mrs. John P.
Wagner charged her millionaire huS-
band with various attempts to pho
tograph her in the nude. He also
drank like fish, she said. His ia
vorite stunt was to drain big loving
cup filed with champagne, then with
rye and then with gin.
In turn, the Mira millionaire says
friend wife was too extravagant. She
threatened him with a gun, and
twice had him railroaded to an in
sane asylum.
Harry X. Thaw
Another red-hot item from the
Mathematician slums is the report
that Harry X Thaw has just re-
turned from abroad with several
thousand fine cigarettes in his bag
gage, and young blonde lady friend.
Have you heard of Harry Thaw?
Hes the millionaire playboy who
killed famous architect a few dec
AIDES ago over the honor" of pop
ular chorus girl. He was not exc
cuted, Of course, but managed to
get safely into nut house. He es-
capped from there, with the aid of his
money. Then n was arrested again
for trying to take boys to his hotel
room. And a lot more of this kind
of filth.
He is a member of the Pittsburgh
Thaws, and his millions come from
the coal mines and steel mills of
that city.
Monte Carlo
VOGUE is glossy 35-cent maya
' zine which reports the new styles
and the spiritual life of American
millionaires Here is a recent report
from their dizzy correspondent in
Monte Carlo:
Dining on the terrace here is de-
lghtful-divinely cool and beautifully
lighted. The music is good, and the
dancing couples on the Illuminated
glass floor look like phantoms in
moonlight, floating through the au-
tunan night of this famous Mediter-
ranean stage-set.
The waiter takes the order -
cream of lettuce. cold lobster may
onnaiSe, galantine of chicken,
peaches, and-yes, a carafe of Vigne
Rose will do nicely
Then we turn our attention to the
huge fountain playing on an island
anchored off-shore, soaring high into
the air and continually changing
form, like the famous fountains of
Versailles
"On the floor, there is a show COM
posed Of an All-American troupe i'm
ported by Fiji Ferry, who stages the
24-hour-day life at this beach as if
ne were putting on midnight Frolic.
Everything is theatrical here. The
very clothes We wear are theatrical,
and the atmosphere of this resort is
one OF carnival and make believe -
peopled with make believe sailors,
fishermen, toffs, mechanics, toughs
and platinum-blonde stars.
THE evening passes. We dine,
dance, and watch the show. There il
an interlude of gambling in the open
air rooms, followed by second, but
more elaborate, cabaret show on one
end of the terrace, which goes on
from midnight till three (sort of
ziegfeld Follies with lots of glorifed
girls)
There is still a third show. made
up of a bit of Harlem straight from
the Cotton Club which passes away
the hours from three to sunrise.
we sleep till eleven, take a dip in
the sea, breakfast. swim again, lunch
at two. sleep till five, go out to a bar
or to shop Tor BOTH, and dress Cor
decide not to dress) for nine thirty
dinner 60"
Where Bread Is Life
pUT enough of this sickening goo
~ Visions rise before me of steel
towi.s like Gary, where the brown
frame shacks of the workers stand in
gaunt rows. The brave women are
trying to scramble a meal together