Voice of action. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1933-1936, 1934-10-19
BY Joseph sigmund

them handled white boxer who
virtually monopolized the sport
pages of the time This manager
was fat, sleekly dressed. and
beamingly pulled a long cigar.
He watched his boy shoot thun-
dering blasts into the heavy
punching bag as he bobbed cork
lily around it.
A shy looking man In an old
checkered suit broke the com
munion OF the prosperous fell
lows thoughts. The big man
swallowed his smile and acted
nervous. When the other guy
dlsconsolately left, the big shot
turned to another ace manager.
Jesus" he busted his forehead
with a cream silk handkerchief,
BILLY couldn't hit that birds
black bastard with a ten foot
pole"
i overheard the talk and
thought. "Who't the fly in your
ointment" and laughingly walk
ed away.
We Mae and |, ran into the
same set up In the current po-
litical campaign. We interviewed
the various candidates In the 43rd
Legislative District, trying to ar
range a debate for Lowell Wake
field, Communist candidate for
State Representative.
ROUND ONE
Harry Druxman. Democrat,
runs swell jewelry stand. A
wave Of light rushed up from I'M
der the shiny showcases. Indis-
crimlnately. it came from cha
otic choice of silver. gold. dia
monds, sapphires. and a lot OF
other jewely looking things.
When our orbs became &C.
quainted with the dazzling at
mosphere, we detected Harry at
the far end. A string OF beads
rolling around his dextrous fin
gers we're doing a shimmy under
a toney-looking woman's nose.
Signing, she floated away, envel-
oping us with a mist of perfume
as she edged by.
"Mr. Druxman? We're COM
mittee of voters selected by the
Communist Party to interview
you about the possibilities OF ar
ranging a debate between you
and the Party's candidate in the
i3rd District, Lowell Wakefield"
"Debate?" Harry shifted his feet,
his knuckles collided. Were
both against the capitalists. We
have nothing to debate about.
I'm for the workers. I'm a busin-
ness man, made my living off the
workers all my life. Everyone
knows that" Almost felled by
Harry's naive remarks we recov-
cred quickly and again shot home
the question, somewhat elabor-
ated and clearer. He hesitated,
looked at a couple-hundred-dol-
lar trinket, and gleefully. with a
boyish smile of triumph, I'm not
a debater. 1 can't debate, I'm
not a debater."
Cruel We were, cruel as only
pestiferous reds, selfish reds, who
think only Of the working class
can be. We were anxious, des
perate. That shouldn't trouble
you, Mr.. Druxman. You can have
someone write out your speech
You can read it off" Achieve.
ment, a solution of a bothersome
problem rang in our words. Oul
fists almost broke the glass Of
the show case.
Harry's figure dropped, his face
reminded us of a dying sunfolwer
His pride was hurt, but only mo
mentarily. "Oh. l can speak, car
talk, spoke at the Longshore
mems hall, everyone knows me
I'll debate Dawson. Dawson won
debate me-"
ROUND TWO
Monday, Dawson out to lunch
10 a. m. Tuesday. o'clock, Daw
son out to lunch, and so on TO
many days. Worse than looking
for a job" said Mac.
Dawson is Republican. He il
Secretary-Treasurer of the Wat
erfront Employers Of Seattle
President Washington Stevedor,
Co., Vice-President Eyers Trans
fer g. Warehouse Co., Presiden
w. C. Dawson e. Co., SIS agent
and stevedores. Whoever hear,
Of longshoreman going to luncl
before that certain time, or com
ing back a minute late? Mae ant
l would like to sit In at one o
his feeds. But then Dawson
doesn't know us. He'll. he wa
one of the big guns in initiating
the terror against the striking
marine workers. He knows BIZ
men, Governors, Mayors ant
Chamber OF Commerce men.
Guess Dawson wouldn't like u:
We don't like him.
ROUND THREE
On the door it said. Jane
Taylor, Architect" (He is DEN
ocrat, not to be confused will
James Taylor, Communist car
didate in the 37th District.) i
young fellow, tall, brown suit, ey