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ADVOCA LE

July 9, 1937

The following short story
based on the International
Brigade in Spam was writ-
ten by an American volun-
teer in the Lincoln Battalion
and first appeared im _ the
Sunday Worker, New York.

EFORE his eyes the

brown creased pleats of
Guadarrama Mountains wav-
ered, rose and fell, and the
little suy at his left seemed
to be gently swaying from
side to side. He tried to raise
his head and the trickle of
blood ran down it and some-
how felt cold—cold under the
broiling sun in the baked gul-
Jey. The little guy on the left
swung toward him like a
pendulum and a greyed face
peered into his anxiously.
The words came through to
him spasdomically.

“Can't you set back or nothn’?”

He tried to show negation with
a head shake and oddly, his head
remained fixed while his body
wobbled in pain. A funny thought
stuck Somewhere in his throat and
slowly wormed itself into his brain:
We couldn’t get hit; he’d never
fiven it a thought and so he
couldn’t get hit. ven if the whole
damned Fascist army was to point
all its machine guns across that
little valley and pour explosives
and dumdums into his little
scratched depression of clay, they'd
never get him. You can’t do this
to me, as the guy said. He felt
his head raising from the earth—
that was funny. too, how he must
have fallen, face in the lousy dust
—and he saw a blurred hand and
arm across his chest supportin=
him. Then the little bank of earth
swune back: from the pale blue sky
to meet his body and he was on his
side. A great discovery oOver-
whelmed him and he repeated it in
shouts around his mind until sud-
denly he felt his lips move and
heard Someone within him say:
“Munny, she don’t seem to hurt at
all! She don’t seem to hurt!”

A round red face overshadowed
by its steel helmet blotted out the
sun and stared down at him.
“Shut up,” it said, “I’m trying to
stick a dressing on this. You're
bleeding like a bloody pig!” The
face receded and the voice con-
tinued, “Think you can move?”’

He clenched his brain and black
agony swept over and beyond him,
and he swirled down into unknown
depth. Then, gradually, the dark
ness streaked itself with red lines
as he spun more slowly, and the
red broadened, and a yellow white
jight appeared around the edges of
consciousness. He lay in a haze,
his eyes peering ‘at the world
through the sereen of their lashes.
A movement formed itself into a
pues crawling laboriously across the
eracked soil, and above the buz he
saw a huge dark bulk at the
handles of the gun which was vi-
prating noiselessly as it flung a
tinny shower of empty cartridges

The London Scene

JUDGMENT just hand-

ed down here at the in-
stigation of the home secre-
tary would appear to confirm
the police in their practice of
giving confidential official
information to Fascist or-
ganizations.

The Daily Worker, whose circu-
jation incidentally, is mounting
rapidly—much too rapidly for the
liking of MJritish Tories—is re-
strained by the judgment from.
publishing confidential letters
which have passed between of-
ficials of the Bconomic League, a
Fascist espionage organization.

The letters Showed that Man-
chester police officials ad sup-
plied the League, which has no of-
ficial standing at all, with con-
fidential official information and
had actually placed the services of
members of the police force at the
disposal of the Fascist organiza-
tion in its espionage activities
against, trade unionists and others:

Kven the Left Book Club had
not not been immune from the at-
tention of the League, as the let-
ters revealed. A spy had been sent
to one of its meetings and had at-
tempted to use his influence in
preventing a scheduled speaker
from appearing at the club,

*

DOPTING the provocative tac-

fics employed by Fascist or-
fanizations in Spain, France, Bel-
zium and other countries, Sir Os-
wald Mosley, leader of the British
Union of Mascists this week staged
a march through the streets of
London in the hope of provoking
trouble.

This was the second parade in
three months organized by London
Fascists. At the besinning ort May,
5000 members of the British Union
marched through the East Ena.

Seven thousand strong, the Brit-
ish blackshirts originally planned
to demonstrate in the predomi-
nantly Jewish districts of Stepney
and Bethnal Green in London's Bast
End. It is in these districts that,
during the past few months, some-
thing like a reign of terror has

been created by bands of youns
ruffians, members of Mosley’s or-
sanization. Jews walking home

Sy ne om eoht have heen attacked

British

into the pit. The sun 70 fonger
stared into his face, and to his
surprise he found it had moved
outside the range of his eyes.

x

TUDDENLY the gun stopped
moving and a terific din of
silence’ blanketed him. The bulk
at the gun turned toward him
and the long English face of it
grinned. Stooping low, it moved
from the gun toward him and
stopped before his face. The Ene-
lish lips moved purposely and,
away in the recesses of time, the
wounded man heard someone
mimicking those lips and fitting
words to them,
“You've been out some time, Al.
TWow’s for some water? How do
you feel?”

A taut rope snapped inside of
him and he felt limp but somehow
free. His mind was clear, and
Austie’s face became more than
a whitish mask .He attempted to
raise his hand, but found it im-
possible. And then, magically, he
heard himself speak:

“Wey—hello, Austie! What the
hell happened? Anything pad?”

The big Englishman buckled his
knees and crouched beneath the
low bank of earth over which the
sun pointed. “Want a drink?” he
said. There was a large canteen
in his hand and suddenly the cap
was off and tepid water trickling
into his cracked mouth. The
wounded man gurgled and sucked
and for a long time after the can
had been removed licked his lips
and said nothing. Austie watched
him, a worried frown beneath his
shaggy beard, and reached over the
wounded shoulder to adjust some-
thing which seemed to be pressing
there. He turned his head to the
eun as if to call and another green-
ish clad figure crawled from be-
yond the steaming barrel.

“Wow is he?”
whispered hoarsely.

‘You don’t have to whisper.
They know where we are” Austie
was fumbling with a first aid kit.
“Got another dressing, Chub?”

‘“Weh.’ The little red-headed man
fumbled in his pockets and drew
out a wrinkled packet. “Last
one,” he warmed, “take it easy.
They ain't going to get here for
him before dark.”

We pushed himself across the
jJarger man.

“Let's look at it.”

The wounded man said, “Hello,
Chub, did you put me here?
Where's Uby? — Got anybody
watching the line?”

The Englishman grunted a laugh,

‘Yeh, we're watching things, Al.
Look, Chub, this guy's worried
about us and he's plugged himself!
You can’t kill these damned
Yanks: iid

We paused as he caught the eye
of the wounded man.

“Ts not bad, Al, really. Just the
shoulder and the hip. You'll be all
right!” He forced himself to meet
the eye again and grinned.

“Veh?” said Al. He found he
could talk now—gee, say anything!
“yeh?—What did I get? Explo-
sive, huh?”
~ Chub stopped balling a rip of
undershirt and looked over into
his face. “Hell.” he said, “‘dum-
dum! ‘The back o} the shoulder—"

the newcomer

and beaten. Windows of Jewish
shops have been broken. All this
organized hooliganism has been
part of a deliberate campaign of
provocation,

Because of the British govern-
ment’s ban on wearing of uniforms
by members of political organiza-
tions the new uniform of the
British Union of Fascists is now a
black shirt and tie worn under an
ordinary lounge suit. Mosley him-
self, riding atop his car at the
head of the parade, wore a black
shirt and tie and a grey flannel
suit.

Prevented by police from enier-
ing Stepney and Bethnal Green
districts, the Fascists were forced
to content themselves with a
three-mile parade from Kentish
Town to Trafalgar Square.

Taunts and jeers, booes and
hisses, greeted the Blackshirts
from the 150,000 people estimated
to have lined the route. Some 3,000
police formed a cordon along the
line of march where onlookers re-
ceived the parade with the up-
“aised clenched fist salute of the
people's front.

In Kentish Town anti-Fascists
lined up fifteen deep to block the
Pascists, but police forced their
way through. Cries of ‘rats’ were
heard frequently above the booing
as the Fascists passed.

From the roof of his car, under
strong police protection, Mosley
eave a typical demagogic speech

against “the ‘red terror of the
streets.’ Despite the elaborate
portable broadcasting apparatus,

his voice was drowned most of the

time by booing. Anti-Pascists
chanted: “One, two, three, four,
five: we want Mosley, dead or

alive.’ Someone threw an apple at
the Fascist leader and it smashed
against the Joudspeaker on the
roof of his car.

@his Fascist parade, while it
reveals a growing reactionary
threat to British liberties, also re-
veals the overwhelming anti-Pas-
cist sentiments of the mass of the
people.

ORMATION of a Labor Unity
committee within the MWLabor
party was announced here recently
by Sir Stafford Cripps- The com-
mittee is composed entirely of
Tabor party members who be-

“The machine stutlered and stopped.”

He caught a blow from Austie
upon his arm and returned to his

job muttering: The dirty bloody
bastards! The dirty bloody bas-
tards!

*

LL GLOSED his eyes, away from
the brightness of the sky. The
Emelishman slightly raised himself
to peek between two large rocks at
the elevation where the Rebels had
a gun—the bad gun, because it
damned near overlooked them; but
they were all bad, the bastards,
only not bad enough to keep his
company from approaching so
closely to the Fascist lines.

There were four of them there,
or, at least, there had been four
before they'd had a sweep advance,
down the little hills and across the
little level floor of the miles-lons
tortuous valley toward the greater
hills where the Fascists were. The
Brigade had taken a big chance,
put Christ, they had to take it, or
get it in the tail! And they'd made
good, too. Advanced far enough
to fall back to the low ridze in the
middle of the valley. They'd duz
in pretty well there, and set out
outposts with spatter guns. And
there he was, in a shallow hastily
dug pit with old Esmerelda and
enough shots for weeks if the wind
held right, and Chub the Irishman
and Uby the Pole and Al the
American—and what the hell, no-
body was going to get past a
punch of guys like this!

He heard.a noise below him and
Al was saying something about
when might the stretchers get out
here for him.

“Oh,” Austie thought hard.
“Well, we've got a couple of hours
before dark—they won't start out
here until then. We can send Uby
back for them if we have to, but
they said they’d be here anyway
with the food. We need water, too,
for the gun.”

longed to the former Unity Cam-
paign committee which included
members of the Gommunist and
Independent Labor parties.

The earlier Unity Campaign
committee officially dissolved it-
self when the Labor party execu-
tive announced that Labor party
members belonging to it would be
expelled unless they dropped all
joint activities with the Commu-
nist party and the TP.

This Unity Campaign commniit-
tee, formed last January, quickly
won the support of 40,000 Labor
party and trade union pledge
signatories and was backed by
many trade union leaders.

The Communist party yefrained
from sending representatives to
the mass meeting at which the

anadians In

By TED ALLAN.
(Federated Press)

UT of the trenches on leave,
taking 2 well-earned rest in
a village near Madrid, Canada’s
representatives in the Spanish re-
public, an army held a meeting to
Hear Chairman A. A. McLeod of
the Canadian Leazue Against War
and Fascism and a member of the
North American Committee. Mc-
TLeod gave an analysis of the world
situation and said that the role
Spain is now playing is deciding
the course of world history-

After the talk, there was 2
shower of questions showing an in-
tense interest in world affairs.
‘What's happening in France?”
‘wvhat has come out of the dis-
cussions between the two interna-
tionals?” “What about the control
eommittee?*’ Intriques, diplomatic
moves going on today, touch their
very lives.

The chairman, a lean, lanky
British Columbian, expressed the
men’s sentiment at the end of the
meeting when he said, “We know
why we are here. On this scil, far
from our homes, the future of

@ Mosley TriesTo @
r) Provoke Conflict

Chub crawled around Al's feet
and put his back against the dug
bank.

“No noise for some time now,”
he observed. “Uby on watch?”

‘Austie nodded and pushed him-
self back toward the gun handles.
Al watehed them both as they
faced him. He felt as though a
spotlight had been thrown upon

“him without warning and he ought

to make some kind of a speech of
thanks for something- He smiled

at that, and Chub perceptibly
brightened.
‘Weel better, kid?” he asked.

“You ain't bleeding so much now.
You look better-”'

“yeh.” Al felt that in another
moment he could -move that hand
of his. “You know, I always
wondered how it felt to be shot,
and now I know.”

Austie frowned. “Don't talk any
more. You've got to rest.”

“7 want to talk, I just ean't lie
here.” Al felt in some way pun-
ished, and who were these guys
anyway? The throbbing in him
was increasing and his mouth
tasted of old metal.

“Tou didn’t come here to talk,”
said Austie. “Take it easy.” Chub
was just staring from one to the
other and not saying anythins-

“T¢21] be something to tell them
in New York,” said Al. He had to
tallx; he could not-just lie there. A
euyd £0 nuts! :, “About being
wounded. You didnt -get —a -slug!

‘You can’t talk.”

Austie spat, “And I don’t want
a slug either. I didn’t come here
to do anything but to rook the
Fascists outta Spain.”

“Veh.” Al's yoice was lower. “I
guess Im not such a hot soldier!
Remember Larry—remember what
he said, about a ssood soldier not
getting plugged? And I did—I'm a

re

hell of a guy.

new unity movement within the
Labor party was Jaunched, decid-
ing unanimously “with the other
supporters of the Unity Campaign
to take no action which would
play into the ands of those who

wish to disrupt “unity or lead to
splits within the Labor moye-
ment.”

Continuing, the Comniunist

party statement read: ‘We pledge
ourselves and caJl upon our mem-
pership to give full support to the
Labor Unity committee, consisting
of supporters of unity within the
Labor party and trade unions, and
fo aid its demonstrations, cam-
paigns and press- At the same
yime we shall carry forward our
campaign for unity with greater

mankind is being decided. We in

our small measure are helping to
decide that future.
time, on leave, jet us acquire all
We must

In our spare
the knowledge we Can.
not only be good soldiers, we must
be cultured soldiers.”

Here was North American youth

speaking to the people of the
world. Here was an articulate
voice of this eneration whese

representatives in Spain were dis-
cussing knowledge and culture as
they prepared to die fighting Fasc-

ism. It is this type of soldier in
the Lincoln and MackKenzie-Papi-
neau baitalions who could organize
such a field day for the village
children as took place after the
meeting.

This particular field day was 2

event in the life of the vil-
Three-legged races, peasant
beauty prizes were intro-
duced into a typical Spanish vil-
laze. Peasant men and women
proudly watched their children be-
ine led in a erand mareh through:
the cobbled streets by two husky
North Americans, one 4 tall Gana-

yoajor
lace:
dances,

“Tt ain't
said, “it

HUB moved uneasily.
your fault, kid,” he
might've been me or anybody.
This damned place ain’t no place
for men to live in. In a hole two
feet deep—Jesus!”’

“7 should’ve been careful, any-
way! I’m a hell of a Communist!’

Al said, ‘“Yeh—’” and Austie eut
him off. He seemed to be glad of
a new subject.

‘“Tunny, L didn't know about you
either, Chub, or why you're here.
Just about me. Just that we're
fichting Italians and Germans and
Moors and the rest of the Fascists.
That's all I know.”

“Tm a Democrat,” said Chub.
“Pm an Irish Democrat. and I
don’t give a damn what you are.
We're here, ain’t we?”

As if to punctuate, a sudden
purst of dust above his head ap-
peared and a few pebbles jineled
onto his battered helmet.

He said, “I wish that bloody
sun’d go down. Why in hell do
they waste their shots?”

Austie grinned, “They ‘don't like
us. They don’t like the way we
stake out claims and farm and re-
lieve the chureh of the white
man's burden. Maybe you don’t
know what a lot of louses we are.”

“TMhere’s a Basque priest up the
jine now. I saw him, and he’s a
political commissar,” said Al. In
a moment now he was going to
move that arm. “And he don’t
think we're so bad. Ought to have
heard him when those bitches
bombed Guernica?” .

“uh.” Chub slipped himself
prone in the declevity. “I guess
there’s a lotta reasons for all of
us being here, separately-like, but
we're all out to get the same
thing!—yrYou know, I was driving
a tram in Belfast and didn’t run
no chance of being killed like this,
back home.’ Austie said, “I’m a
school teacher; taught ancient
history. In Ottawa. Know where

Labor Party Unity @ Willi
Committee Formed

enthusiasm and determination
than: ever.” >

*
1S a_letter to the Daily Worker,

London, Willie Gallacher, MP,
fhe British Communist leader,
settles a few points in regard to
the eight Red Army officers re-
cently found suilty and executed
for high treason in the USSR.

I find among certain members
of the Labor party a very con=
siderable measure of confusion and
uneasiness arising out of the fener-
al press reports of the recent es-
pionage irial in the USSR, he

writes. 6
The Daily Herald has played an
exceptionally despicable part in

{his connection. Of course, it is a
terrible thing that enemies of the

Spain

dian, It was a triumphant mareh
with children singing and yelling
The
large grounds were prepared by
Children romped and

themselves hoarse with joy.

the boys.
played, shouted at the top of their
“Okay.”
of my life when upon praising 2

Jungs: I got the surprise

he
hee

{10-year-old winner of a race;
answered me: “You said
Women baked special cakes.

J saw a peasant woman approach
a Canadian boy, offering a cake
with a look in her eyes as 2a moth-
er has only for her son. He, 2rin-
ning ear to ear, graciously said:
“\luchas gracias.’ From the way
the villagers took to the boys you
would imagine that they always
were a part of the village.

The most moving Scene I have
seen in Spain occurred when husky
Americans and Canadians lifted
Spanish children, kissing and hug-
them, the children squealing
with delight, the parents slowing
with pride. Perhaps this was the
best example of why Spaniards can
forgive democratic nations for tol-
erating Fascist ageression.

zing

On

that is? Its forty-five hundred
miles and more away. My wife’s
there, too.”

Al was speaking, they realized
and found themselves listening
tensely-.

“Bobby said I shouldn’t come-
We were going to get married in
three—why, that was the day be-
fore yesterday!—I think. Yeh, in
New York, I'd be married now,
and be in the office with the
window wide open, instead of in
the heat out here like this. © hell
—T wanted to come! it’s a lot bet-
ter to have it out here than in
America. Suppose—”

Chub mumbled, ‘Don’t talk and
tire yourself out, kid.” But Austie
looked at him meaningly and spat
toward the gun.

USTIE said, “Do you want ano-

ther drink, Ai?’’

Al] looked at them both hard
and caused them to swing back
into focus, the two men and the
squatting gun. He didn’t feel he
wanted to move his hand, anymore.
There was something very im-
portant he had to tell them,
though, he knew, if he could get
it around that metallic lump in his
throat and out into the dusty air

Austie was saying, “They ll have
you out of here in a couple of
hours, Al. Just as soon as it gets
dark.” And Chub was doing some-
thing to the belt of the gun, talk-
ing to himself and Swearing.

‘Tisten,” said Al, “I can’t move
my arm or anything, Austie: May-
be they cut a nerve or something,
T can’t do anything; you better get
back to the gun.”

“Uby and Chub’s watching,”
said Austie. “There's nothing mov-
ing. Don’t worry, they won't get
WSs :

It was becoming clearer to Ad,
what he had to say. “Did you
make up your mind tq come to
Spain, all alone?—I mean, did you
decide for yourself, Austie?”

Austie said, ‘Sure, you can't get
argued into a thing like this.”

“veh,” agreed Al, “that’s what
T say.’ He paused, eollecting his
svords and earefully tying them to-
gether. ‘Listen, Austie, you
imow Bunker. Tell him what hap-
pened to me, will you? ‘Tell him
where I got hit, huh? He's a good
euy, Bunker, and he ought to
know. And tell him not to be afraid
of it, that it don’t hurt. They can’t
do anything to us; we're too many
for them and hundreds of years
younger.—And besides we're fight-
ing for things we might never
see in our generation. Understand
me, Austie? You can’t lick a erowd
that thinks this way. You see a
might miss him; Bunker, I mean-
Honest I don’t feel so good.— It
was a dum-dum, wasn’t it?”

‘yeh.’ Austie’s fingers were
searching the bandage along the
hip. Saree

“Tunny,” said Al, “we used to
so deer hunting in south state
put I couldn’t do that any miore-
we shot rabbits, too, and used to
cut a notch in the lead of the bul-
jet so it’d spread and do a quick
job.—I was ten years old, I guess:
_ ve seen a rabbit’s head blown
elean off.’ He smiled. ‘I keep
thinking of it. It was so long ago.
J wonder how old these guys are

Labor Traitors

workers should be able to pene-
trate into the vital organs of the
workers’ fatherland, but what a
splendid thing that the workers’
fatherland is able to overcome
even such a difficult and danger-
ous menace as this!

This latter, of course, the press
carefully ignores and so Labor
men dolefully shake their heads
and lament that such things should
happen.

But Stalin has already pointed
out that the capitalists send their
agents of corruption and sabotage
into neighboring eapitalist states
that what they do to neighboring
capitalist states they will do a
pundred times more to the first
Workers’ State.

But all the rottenness of capital-
ism and its agents is covered over
in the Daily Herald and the other
big newspapers and the impres-
sion is created that what is hap-
pening is something peculiar to the
Soviet Union.

But away back in 1913 when the
revolt broke out in the North of
Jreland, Germany supplied the
euns to the rebels, and German
agents were active all throughout
the affair. Associated with this
was the mutiny of the officers at
the Curragh, and at that time
there were open statements about
a transter of allegiance to another
Buropean power.

On that occasion they were able
to patch up their differences, but
ji deep social changes had been
involved, there would have been
open, gross and wholesale betrayal
on the part of those involved.

Labor leaders are apt to forget
that the writer in the Herald who
shows the most bitter and jaun-
diced hatred of the Soviet Union,
who has now become the recogz-
nized voluntary apologist for the
Nazis, is the one-time prominent
member of the Communist party,
WwW. N Ewer.

The metamorphosis of Ewer
should be a lesson for all of them.
But instead of repudiating him for
what he is, they encourage him
along the path he is following—a
path that will sooner or later take
him right over jnto the other
camp

Doriot in France was another ex-

e Gallacher Writes @ Fascist Spies Aided

a Short Story of the International Brigade

that cut notches in their bullets,
huh?
“J keep thinking about Bobby

and the apartment, too, and Willie

Gold who lived downstairs, the
Suy with the eight Kids. Willie
looks like that Spanish barber who
showed us the town—what's its
name?—the Fascists wrecked and
the women’s bodies by the wall
where they were shot—Remember
that barber guy—and how mad
he was?

“_Funny I should think of
Willie now. He’d like to be here.
He used to say that if we didn’t
stop these bastards re, we'd
have to fisht them in the streets
back home. Yeh.—”

USTIE uncompressed his lips

and said, ‘We'll stop them,
all right!” ‘““Maw never could get
it through her head why I had to
come.’ Al closed his eyes. “She
used to say there were lots of
others. She didn’t seem to realize
that some one had to start coming
over. And ’'m a Communist and
it's my job.” He opened his eyes
and stared at the Emglishman. oL
don't mean they made me come. It
wasn’t easy to get away. I had a
job in the bureau, you know.—
I wonder how it'd feel to be work-
ing back there again.—"

The machine gun was staggering
and shattering an ear-splitting
shriek again as Chub sat at the
trigeer. Behind the barrel of the
gun, on the other side, ‘Al could
see Uby’s stoic bony face as he
fed the belt. Chub was shouting

something, and Austie crawled
over to his side.
“phe bloody bastards!’ Chub’s

voice was jerked above the gun's
stacatto. ‘‘Thought they had us!
iow do you like that? Take it in
the guts—stand up and take it.
Why the hell do you think I’m
here?’’

Mhe machine stuttered and
stopped. Austie shot a sweeping
look above the parapet and saw
the huddled bunch of men on the
other side of the little rise: A
swarthy small Italian face srew
out of the tangled heap and stared
blankly at the setting sun.

“Poor bastards!’ said Austie.
“They don’t get a god damned
thing out of it!” :

Chub nudged him and pointed.
Al’s head had been moved and
there was a bright trickle of crim-
son from his mouth soaking itself
jnto the thirsty dust. Quickly -
Austie floundered over and felt the
wounded man; then turned back
to Chub and Uby.

“He's out,’ he said. “He's gone.”

Chub said in a tinny voice,
“Phink we ought to move hint
back out of the way?”

“tT don’t Know, comrades.” It
was Uby'’s hoarse tones. “Maybe
he’s gone dead, but he’s putting
up a fight for us gut!”

“As if in defense; Austie drew ~

nearer the gun and cradled him-~-
self before the trigger. “How's the
pelt fixed?” he said, and settled
his hands upon the handles. “Well,
anyway, there's three of us. ‘We
ean take care of it.—’

Uby jerked a thumb at the still
form, now bronzed deeply in the
setting sunlight, “‘Four, I think,”
he said, ‘‘for a long time yet,
there’s four.”

By British Police

ample and only the support he got
from foolish Labor men in France,
when the Gommunist party threw
hiim out, enabled him to find a new
foothold for his present attacks on
the working class.

The Daily Herald tries to use the
events in the Soviet Union as an
argument against unity. Who can
associate himself with such people,
is, in’ fact, the question it asks.

But the Herald and Transport
House have no objections to ass0-
ciations with those who try to be-
tray workers’ fatherland.
Their Kind in this country who
have been thrown out of the Com-
munist party are welcomed by the
Herald and Transport House This
fact is notorious. It is with those
who defend Socialism and the
Socialist fatherland with whom
the Herald and Transport House
refuse to associate.

the

Their attitude of mind is evi-
denced by their attitude to the
exposure of the Economic League
by the Daily Worker.

Here is another outstanding in-
dication of the eorruptionist eS-
pionage that goes on in this coun-
fry against a
has not yet won power, If this can
happen when the workers have not
yet won power, syhat are the vari-
ous capitalist states, especially the

aggressive Fascist states, not pre-

pared to do where the workers
have succeeded in wresting power

from the hands of the capitalists

and landlords?

But instead of expressing grat
the Daily Worker and
drawing this lesson from the expo-
the Herald and Transport ~
express —
their hatred of the paper and the

tude to

sure,
House cannot sufficiently
party behind it.

Let the Labor man in parlia-

ment and elsewhere look around, —
corrup-
spying in abundance in this —
country where the workers are still %
in the stage of the wages struggle

He will find rottenness,

tion,

against capitalism. Tt is an indi

cation and a warning of what will
struggle ad-

happen when the
vances to a Sharper stasr 3

working-class that ~

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