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The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1934-12-20
C.P. Candidates in Fore
Front of Workers
Struggles

Newton Park to the workers Of the
South Side, because of the excellent
fight he put UP there rea-lting in
the establishment Of regular open
forum in that park.
Newton has also participated IN
many struggles at the relief sta
tons on the Souh Side. At the
present time he is in jail for having
fought against his eviction from a
Jim Grow house. Newton is we'll
known to the workers of the South
Side as a fighter for Negro rights
and for better conditions for the
workers generally.
GAM FIAMERSMARK is the third
y candidate of the Communist
Party, running for the post of City
Treasurer. Comrade Hamersmark
has had 40 years Of activity in the
labor movement and has partici-
pated in many struggles Of the
workers. He is widely known for
having spread more literature and
educated more people in the city Of
Chicago than any other person.
Such are the candidates that the
Communist Party is putting up.
From their militant records it is
easy to judge in whose interests
these workers are fighting. There
is no danger Of their forgetting
their program after the elections,
because their program has been
one of struggle for the interests of
the workers for years and years.
One Of the immediate election
struggles in which these Commu-
niStS are involved at the present
time is preparation for the Hunger
March to Washington on January
5, 6, and Z, to present to Congress
the demands for the passage of the
Workers Unemployment and So
cial Insurance Bill H. r. 1898. This
bill provides for $40 per week for
family Of two, and SO additional
for each dependent, for So per week
for single men, and for other de-
mands of the workers which would
eliminate these despicable Hoover
villes, Misery Towns, and Roose-
yelt's New Deal Towns.
All workers organizations, as
well as workers in shops and neigh
borhoods must elect delegates to
the Washington Congress to fight
for these demands.
Elect Communists to office! Elect
representatives of the working
claSs-those who know what it
means to suffer and those who are
in the forefront Of the struggles Of
the workers.
The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1934-12-20
near Comrade Marsh:

DEAR Comrade Marsh:
" Thanks for your frank reaction
to the Harris review.
7 agree with you that Harris is a
potential co-worker He has been
that for long time. But also, he
has been lost long time in naive
cpportunism and hob-nobbing with
the social elect" and shows no
signs Of giving up either. If he did,
as you say, teach Marxism to the
students of the University Of Cali
fornia Il should like to know the
particulars of this-can you inform
me7) we have here simply one more
example of teaching" without prac-
tising-a most I'M MARKHAM proceed
ing.
Our business must be to uncover
this particularly deadly poison
whenever it appears in or near our
movement. Had I known the facts
about Harris's teaching that you
mention, I would have been far
more outspoken. For to have
taught Marxism" and written such
work as the Song of Occupa-
tons" is decidedly worse than hav-
ing written it without any MARKHAM
contacts at all.
I believe that a man like Harris
can be and must be spoken to fairly
straightly. There is no use coddling
him. He has been coddled too much
already. He must finally take sides.
A comparison of Copland'S and
Harris's music, as well as the hear
ing of both men talking under
closely similar circumstances, con-
vinces me of the directnesS of the
former and the indirectness and be-
mudolement of the latter. ut is not
a question of either mans SINGER
ity," which I do not doubt for a
moment)
COPELAND is beginning to get rid
of the contradictions in his music
between bourgeois art tendencies
and proletarian content. This gives
an increased sharpness and clear
cut quality to 1t that is conspic-
uously absent in Harris's safe, usu-
ally boring, though in some respect
admirable, work.
AS to the quotation: if Harris
elves long enough he will discover
the Communist Manifesto"
The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1934-12-20
The Salestalk


RUT it's not the you'll getting that
they you the YMcA chaplain will tell you So
will the major and the major general and the colonel
gader general It's not the buck day you're out there fighting
fighting for your country
You won't have to wait until telling
it to you now They're getting ready for
movies the radio in the the
1t to you.
The telling you Good old F. D. r. is telling
it to YOU Sloan of General Motors telling
Hoover told to for long time morning
you'll be reading in the that the brothers telling
you
All together they're saying We navy. big
We need munitions need
more submarines We need better and bigger laws the
of men We need CONSUMPTION camps
They just bought ITO aiplane They just
providing for dozen destoyers What think
intelligence for? What think the navy intelligence
Do think YOU
think Morgan and Company will permit those foreign bankers
TO get away with all that money they borrowed from P Morgan?
Do think Steel
General Motors apane big profits
when there
profitable for YOU It would be bad piece of
craftsmanship and sell the by telling you we got
to get those bonds back for p we got to beat those bards
because rene months running
You got to be sold the country idea got
uoe augter wound gas mutae on good sales talk You got
to believe what doing though
you get only buck day and Irenee du Pont millions
War-Cheap
THEY'LL be telling that really exaggerated Somebody
will get up in the Senate chemist
and he'll tell that the poison gas
the coming is exaggerated you poison
and chemicals and bacteria nightmare
vented by aarmists paciss directors
Really much less explosion of big she'll
And so much cheaper he will add. expensive
Therefore you should because is really very
experience
But what will do? clouds everywhere
like the hold dynamite time some
one moves the fuse begins to spu And everywhere
deliberately fosered deliberately workedp warning imperial
lists The ruling classes of the world They
hate each other and they fear their workers Only
from hurting the world into the bloody
When they feel that they sufficient control they they
have sufficiently aroused national workers they will
try strange other.
For buck day. and cheap country you
let them send you to slaughter destroy
We stand on the brink of that will burn
the world like torch way to sop
iony when the bucka-days" fight into struggle for
their rights and their world.
The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1934-12-20
More About Roy Harris
BY CARL SANDS

rOMRADE SANDS:
v Your article on Roy Harris in
last Thursdays Daily" [Dec. 81
keenly disappointed me. -.
In one paragraph you stated the
following: IF he lives long enough,
he will discover the Communist
Manifesto. He has it in him to be
on the left side of the barbados"
Do you know that Mr.. Harris taught
Marxism to the students in the
University of California? Even as
bourgeois a critic as Lawrence Gill
man has been informed of that
fact. Surely. by now Mr.. Harris has
had some contact with the Mani
festo.
What in Mr.. Copland's music
convinces you Of his sincerity?
In Mr.. Harris we have a potential
comrade. But through such out
right antagonism he will remain
merely a potential.
HILDA MARSH.
The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1934-12-20
CHANG
THE
WORLD!
BY MICHAEL GOLD

IT PAYS dollar day, this job And you have to be
physically fit to get it. No fatfee weak-eyes no
punkchested need apply You've got to be healthy,
in the pink Of condition to get it, and you've got to be
able to lug fifty to hundred pounds your back for
days
You get buck the gassing
stabbng woundng mtang bombing dynamng
torpedong Smelling villages
killing children destroying
fields that grow food goods
The job has risks that with doing
all the gassg stabbng woundg shooting wundng shooting
casing mutlating might be done YOU
fact, you'll be lucky if you
The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1934-12-20


In fact you'll be lucky if it isn't done to you.
For Dollar Day
BESIDES job includes lying in trenches
with old rain water making the earth
days You'll have to crawl the
and rockets and machine eating
stray barbed wires You'll have down
and dig out the earth with the
which to hide yourself from the bullets
Sometimes you'll have to sit all night fighting OIL
Big rats that feed that
not busy buryng yourself bursting your dug
splicing the ends babed (you may
ing this organizing raids machine gun
to that kept busy example might
seeing to it that the shned
and clean Or they might have
captains colonies.
You won't get too much to eat.
that Mostly beans After stupid
for Government to
might be bumped off, blown finishes
eating expensive supper? good gone
waste Therefore you'll get beans.
get buck day. That's what they pay the
soldiers that's the boys the wages
for capitalist murder.
The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1934-12-20

HALL the 18th Anniversary Edition of the
Daily Worker, January 10, 1885,
send revolutionary greeting to the
Of the American working class
Name Street
Cali greetings which accompanied by or money
order will be published in the Daily
The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1934-12-20
Life of Mack Sonnet
Reflects MediOcrity
OF Movie Industry

FATHER GOOSE, the story Of
Mack Sennett. By Gene Fowler.
Covici-fTiede. New York. 50.
Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1934-03-23
The tvo men faced each other.

@e NV "tcU J"Se" S"e" o'0e'.
The old mar put it in his bur
tonhole, patted her hand, and wen,
on. Nancy had no idea that she
had won a champion for all time.
The morning after Nancy's re-
turn, Angie had to get the break
fast. She came into the dining
room, her fale rosy from the fire.
She sat the plate of rusk down
in front of her uncle and retired
behind the old silver coffee-pot.
She was thinking Of Rod Gordon.
1t was the first time he had ever
been in town without coming to
see her. They were old neighbors;
they had been boy and girl sweet
hearts. He had walked straight
by the house and never looked at
it, and Nancy had said nothing
about his visit home! What did it
meane
Major Lomax ate a piece of rusk
with an audible crunch and turn
ed over his newspaper.
"Hello!" he exclaimed, stoppins
to read an advertisement more carer
fully. 1.-THE Gordon house for
sale-whole outfit-furniture and
ALL"
Angie was astonished. A shaft
of terror shot through her. Had
something happened to Roddy?
"Why, uncle, it just be true-they
love the old house sol"
He showed the paper across the
tabl. "Read that!" he said cross
ly.
He was cross because, like Angie,
a shaft of alarm had shot through
him. He had heard something
from a cousin of his in New York,
old Beaver, accountant in the
Greenough Trust Company. Old
Beaver said Roddy was running af-
ter a fast woman and was in debt.
|L,omax knew that William Gordon's
resources were narrow. Trouble
somewhere? The majors old
mouth hardened.
Gordon called me up late last
night-wanted to know about sell
ing some securities he ruminated
aloud, more to himself than to An
Lyle. "He had about five thousand
in Liberty bonds"
CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.
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TENTH INSTALLMENT

Nancy" again he took a step
toward her, what is it? What has
happened? You got my letter.
YOU"
She waved him back and, unable
to speak, sank weakly into his
swivel-chair and burst into wild
and passionate tears.
The storm of Nancy's passionate
grief spent itself slowly. She lay
helplessly in the old chair, her face
hidden in her hands, and her whole
slight frame shaken by her sobs.
"Nancy, what is it? Tell me
=" he pleaded. II know you've
been away; your mother told me
so. You're in trouble-what can
it be? Let me help you!"'
She lifted her head slowly at that
and looked at him. "You can't
help me-ever again!' she said in
a choked voice.
He caught at her cold hands and
held them.
"You love me, Nancy?"
Her white lips moved without
words. She d.engaged her left
hand from his and held it out. On
the third finger the new gold Of
her wedding-ring caught the light,
He stared at it, uncomprehending
then something changed sharply in
his look.
Nancy, what do you mean?"
"It's-my wedding-ring."
He rose slowly to his feet, star
ing at her, his young face turning
from red to white. He had neve;
looked more boyish, more as shs
had always known him. Nancy:
lips twitched and she set her white
teeth hard or them, winking bacl
fresh tears.
"Are you crazy. Nancy" he
gasped.
She began to move her hand.
restlessly, pleating the fold Of hel
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Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1934-03-23
NINTH INSTALLMENT

NINTH INSTALLMENT
81 don't call him a decent mar
now, Sarah; l thought he was.
lis not decent, it's not honest to
sake advantage of a wild girl be-
side herself with grief about her
brother. I'd-well. I'll tell him,
what | think Of him!"
Nancy did it herself, Papa"
Nancy had lost her mind
he's a doctor and he hadn't"
He's in love with her; when a
mans in love-"
The door opened abruptly and
Ananda's round black head came
IN.
"Doctah Morgan ter see yo',
sub"
Mr.. Gordon's eye gleamd. TELL
HIM TO come in here, Mandy"
Mrs. Gordon half rose from her
sat. She wanted to run, but if
She did? She had never seen her
husband like this before and she
had swift and =horrid visions of
murder and sudden death. She
c1st a startled glance at his drawn
face and stopped crying.
The hall door opened quietly for
Richard Morgan.
There was a moment Of terrible
silence. At a glance he took in
the situation. Perhaps his own
understanding had prepared him
4or it. He glanced at Mrs. Cor
con but he faced her husband. He
poke apparently with some effort.
Il see that Nancy has told you,
sir, that we were married yester-
day in Washington.
MY daughter has told me thar
you bought and paid for her
yes! What I want to know is.
how you dared to take advantage
of a young girl in such distress
as she was? How did you dare
10 marry herr"
Il married her because I loved
her, Mr.. Gordon. Eve asked her
to marry me before. I've loved
her for a long time. That was my
only reason"
"Fiddlesticks!" roared Mr.. Cor
don. "How can you love a girl
and let her do a thing like that?
She doesn't love you-she told me
me hated YOU"
"Oh, Papa!" protestd his wife,
Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1934-03-23
PAGE SEVEN

and a tragic love affair. Diana
Aylett had accidentally shot her
self on the eve of their marriage.
1t was hard to associate romance
with the old major. Yet there had
been a love affair that scared.
When the smoke of that tragedy
cleared away, Lomax found it had
killed the power to love another
woman. And once, in the Cor
don's garden, he had caught Nancy
Virginia reaching high for a spris
of lilac. She looked for just one
minute as Diana bad looked the day
she died. Nancy did not know
why the old man stared at her.
She tossed her sprig of lilac to him.
Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1934-03-23
AItocAs1ER SERVICE -vAs>m

"don't!".
Richard Morgan said nothing;
he turned deathly white. Mr.
Gordon stared at him like an in
furiated buffalo about to charge.
DO you happen to know why
she wanted that money!" he de-
manded fiercely.
Mrs. Gordon half rose from her
chair. ooh Papa, don't-don't
tell"
Her husband ignored her. Sc
did Richard.
"She didn't tell me, l didn't ask
Il don't wan to know"
Mr.. Gordon stopped long enough
to loosen his collar button, and
then went on furiously.
It'll tell you all about it. My
sons in the Greenough Trust Com
pany in New York. You know
it? He's got the get-rich-quick
fever and he picked up a handful,
fifteen thousand dollars - and
spent it in a few months. He's a
promising boy at spending"
William Gordon, I'll leave you
if you don't stop!" his wife wall
ed.
"You hush up, Mother, it's the
truth, isn't it? Well, he took it
and he was in danger of going to
jail. He came here instead-ran
away and came home, and we're
all broken up. You see, we've
always loved the boy"-Mr. Cor
don choked a little-''he and
Nancy, as kids, were as thick as
peas. 1t broke her up altogether.
She wanted to save her brother,
to give him another chance. She
went out like a madwoman and
went to you. And you-by the
Lord Harry, sir, I'd like you to
explain yourself. How dared you
to take a gift like that-at her
woodland tie her up! You're
YOU'RE"
He didn't finish. Mrs. Gordon's
trembling hand went over his
mouth.
Hes crazy, Richard!' she sob
bed, clinging to her husband. Pm
sure he's going to have a stroke!"
Richard turned and looked at
Mrs. Gordon and then at hr hus-
band, and his look was astonish-
ingly full of light and beauty.
"I trusted to the power of my own
love for Nancy-I thought I could
make her love me, if once she was
my wife. I think % STILL"
Mr.. Gordon still stared at him.
He began to understand that this
man loved Nancy deeply, ire
vocably, but it did not stop his
heartburn and shame.
You'll get it back-every
cent" he said, "you cannot put me
under this obligation. I won't en-
dure it."
Richards mouth shut hard. He
did not answer this, he ignored it.
"You say that Nancy told you
she hated me?:" he said slowly,
turning to Mr.. Gordon.
Mr.. Gordon nodded.
Richards shoulders seemed to
square themselves like those of a
Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1934-03-23
1yInot take it off.

not take 1t OH.
In the lonely orchard Nancy's
face burned with shame. She had
asked him for fifteen thousand
dollars. She had set a price on
herself!
The sun had set long ago and a
mist was rising over the meadows.
1t ran along the edges in circling
wreaths like smoke. Nancy shiv-
cred.
Nancy hurried on. Another
half hour brought her face to face
with the old courthouse, deserted
now and dark. On the opposite
side of the street were some small
old-fashioned houses given up to
lawyer and their clerks. In one of
these Page Roemer had his rooms.
He lived there, in two rooms be-
hind his law office, and the wind
ows were lighted now.
Was Page getting ready to go for
his answer? A wave of emotion
swept over her, an intense longing
for sympathy, for kindness. Page
loved her! The temptation was
too keen to resist, the longing to
see him, to speak to him, to tell
him her troubles. Perhaps he
would hate her, too, then, and it
would make it easier for him.
She turned, went into the nar-
row hall and assembled the stairs.
The door at the top stood open and
she stopped, leaning against it, and
looking into the room beyond, her
self unseen. 1t was an office
plainly and simply furnished. As
she looked, the inner door opened
and Page Roemer came in, went to
his desk and sat down, taking up
his telephone.
She could see him plainly; he was
already dressed, and he had some
of the wild violets on his coat.
The light from the green shaded
lamp fell on the handsome arch of
his young head. He was younger
than Richard Morgan, better look
ing, more pliable, and gifted with
a grace of manner.
What would he think of her?
What of her coming here at this
hour? The wave of emotion that
had borne her up the stairs to this
threshold, swept back upon her
and submerged her. She turned
softly, felt for the banisters with
a cropping gesture and tried to es-
cape unseen. But he had just hung
up the receiver and in the ensuing
stiffness, he heard the rustic of her
garments. He turned quickly
trying to look out of the ligbrd
room into the dim hall beyond.
She had to cross his vision to reach
the head of the stairs and he saw a
woman where, as a rule, no one
but men appeared at this hour.
His curiosity took him to the door.
Page took a step forward and
turned up the old fashioned gasjet
in the hall. As he did so she turn
ed her head away, but he had al
ready recognized her.
Nancy! Good heavens, Nan
cy!' he cried, what is it,"
He caught her in his arms and
lifted her like a child, carrying her
into his office.
But she disengaged herself, push
ing him off with both hands, her
white lips shaking.
Don't touch me-" she cried
wildly, don't touch mel"
He stood dumbfoundd, looking
at her, almost as pale as she was.
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skirt and pressing it down.
DO you remember where you
went Saturday morning, Page?
He frowned. what on earth
has that to do with it,"
"You went to see Richard Nor
gan-about half-past eight o'clock
in the morning, didn't your"
He tried to collect his thoughts,
still dumfounded.
II suppose I did. Yes, l did!"
II was there Page. I heard
your voice-it-it was after that
-
Good Lord, have you married
Morgan?"
She nodded, without looking to-
ward him.
There was a terrible pause. She
did not lift her eyes to Roemer's
face, but she was aware Of it. She
could feel his eyes on her.
Then he walked across the room,
drew forward a chair and sat down.
He sat there for a while before he
spoke. His voice was hoarse and
changed.
"There's no one on earth to
force you to do anything, Nancy"
he said slowly, there's no reason
on earth, that I can see either, I'M
less you wanted to do it. Nor
gan's a rich successful mani con-
graduate YOU
She had not expected this. The
irony in his tone cut her to the
heart. Here, too, she was to meet
not sympathy. but condemnation;
here. too, she would get-not
bread but a stone! He had hit the
nail on the head, too, hit it most
horribly. Money, money how
they flung it at her!
He caught her look of misery,
of appeal, and sprang to his feet.
Nancy, you don't love him.
you never did," il.
She did not answer that. She
wavered, standing weakly. not
looking toward him.
"You love mel" Page Roemer
cried, and caught her violently in
his arms.
She swayed, her first impulse
to resist overwhelmed, beaten down
by her weakness, her head dropped
back on his shoulder and her eyes
closed. She felt his kisses on her
face and she had no strength to
resist them.
you love me-" he repeated
hoarsely, 'and you've married
him. Why why, l can't under
stand-Nancy tell me-you must
tell me the truth
II can't tell you," she whisper
ed brokenly, don't ask me, Page,
i can't!"
His face flushed darkly. "You
can't tell me why you married
Morgan? What can he mean?"
She stirred, trying to disengage
herself. 'Let me go, Page, it's
oh, l can't tell you!"
But his arms frightened around
her. He saw her misery, he was
determined to wiring a confession
from her.
page, I've-l've got to go
home!!" she gasped.
YOU'RE not going home % that
mans housed" he answered hoarse-
ly. You've come to me for help
and Pm going to help you, Nan
Cyl
She shook her head weakly, try
ing to take a step toward the
door, but he still held her. He
was holding her when they heard
a step in the hall and the door
half ajar-was thrown wide open.
Pages arm fell from Nancy's waist,
he Strengthened himself and looked
around.
Richard Morgan stood there on
the threshold.