4 in the world. a © up the flagstaff. * is still at halfmast. Moscow Celebrates By RAYMOND -2RTHUR DAVIES (By Wire from Moscow) : T EEMING millions of citizens in Victory in Europe. jammed ancient Red Square, Revolution Square, front of the American Embassy. | There has never been a night like this in Moscow, and perhaps The people were _ proud — victorious. Soviet peo- »ple were on their streets. The youths were everywhere. » Young girls with gay kerchiefs "and wearing their best and most ‘colorful clothes, thousands of j young men, tens of thousands of youngsters were everywhere. q Students paraded, wandered and "wove in and out of traffie hold- ‘ing aloft red flags. They toast- 'ed the Red Army men they met _by throwing them high into the air and holding them close, then | throwing them up into the air “again. American and British “soldiers joined in the fun *and ) were treated as great favorites. People danced and people sang, » people cheered and people kissed, /people greeted and people wept, | openly unashamed as they re- called the price they have paid ‘for this freedom and victory. And: yet somehow, celebration Was not quite like the celebra- 'ticns in Toronto, New York, endon. - People on the whole | were more reserved; night clubs = weren’t jammed, there was al=. most no drunkeness observed. q People couldn’t—didn+ forget the millions of dead, maimed ' and wounded. They couldn’t for- fet the tortured prisoners of | Maidaneks. the ravaged homes }and despoiled pastures. They remembered surrend- »ered armies do not mean the 7 complete defeat of fascism. I came into Red Square im- 3 mediately after my radio | broadcast, I saw a tremendous | crowd of youngsters running to- “ward the exits from the Square. » Crowds laughed and cheered, /applause thundered. I looked closer. In the midst of the crowd “was a young American major. He was setting the pace, and Ba huge crowd of youth ran be- ‘hind him. : ‘ In front of the American Em- bassy, tens of thousands as- ‘sembled all day. When with | Sreat difficulty I shouldered my Way through the dense crowd, '1 saw an American soldier on “the baleony run the Soviet flag The crowd 'Toared its approval. Near him two girls had obtained bou- quets of flowers, from no one “knews where, and were throw- ) img them to people. Street-cars } and’ electric busses had to stop. | They were unable to penetrate /the dense throng. Behind me / 2 young major said to his blond Companion. “You see. The flag President | Roosevelt died too’ soon. He would have like to see all this.” A friend of mine called. “I am hoarse,” she explained. “I’ve been at the American Embassy, the French Embassy, and I have no voice left.” At about six 6’clock, huge violet projectors took their po- Sitions throughout the city. Rumors spread with the speed of lightning. “The salute will be unprecedented, “A thousand £uns, yes a thousand guns.’ And still Moscow poured into the centre. By eight o’clock the squares were so jammed that they seemingly could take no more newcomers. These are not small squares. Each can. easily held a half a million people. Suddenly the tuneful bars, “Shiroka Strana Moya Rod- haya,” which aways preceded important announcements sub- stituted the dance music on the loud speakers. The announcer boomed, “At seven forty-five there will be an important an- nouncenient.”’ The people guessed that Satlin would speak. They were wrong. It “was a salute for Prague, the last Slay capital to be liberat- ed by Red Army trops. AT eight forty-five Levitan, - foe 3 the announcer, spoke again. This time there was no doubt. Stalin would speak at nine. The people jammed as close as they could to the speakers. All stopped. The people were hushed. I. looked from the ‘windows of my hotel movement everlooking Revolution Square. One moment there was motion, restlessness, then as Stalin’s voice came over the speaker and echoed in the streets of Moscow, there was silence, all movement ceased. For the first time I saw the Soviet people as they have been throughout this war. One monolithic group, the Soviet Capital celebrated the historic occasion of Everyone that could walk was in the city’s centre. Millions Sverdlov Square, and Okhotny Ryad in massed about its leader. Mil- lions of people welded into one unit. Stalin was brief. His speech is new history. He spoke of the capitulation of the German troops. He reminded the peo- ple that German decuments were scraps of paper but sur- render of German arms was not. “Our labor was not in vain,” he told the multitudes. “The struggle of the Slav na- tions against their ancient ene- my has ended victoriously. Ger- many has been smashed. Hit- ler promised to carve up Rus- Sia so that we could never rise again, but it was Hitler’s Ger- many that went down to defeat, even though the Soviet. Union does* not intend to dismember Germany. “The war in Burope,” Stalin concluded, “has ended with a crushing Victory ~ for Soviet arms.” The “leader’s every word was drunk in by the people, who in those few minutes reviewed their lives during the terrible years of war. Motion pictures will do justice to the faces of the people in these moments. I hope that they do not omit the elderly couple who stood listen- ing in rapture quite close to me. After the Speech, the old woman wept bitterly. How many had she lost I asked my- self. ITALIN’S speech was over. Again the crowds moved to- wards Red Square, to see, if possible, the salute from the last order of the day of the war in Europe. Suddenly, at exactly ten- o’clock, projectors shot their violet and mauve fingers, reckets spiralled from the roofs of hundreds of build- May 19, 1945 — Page 13 ings. A moment passed, then a roar absolutely unforgetable was heard. The guns roared and then the echoes travelled through the city. There was silence, and then another tre- mendous roar and rockets again arched upwards. The crowds looked up in amazement. This never had hap- pened in their lives. There was a _roar:.of applause, and ,ap- plause swept the crowd like a prairie fire. High in the air, supported by the friendly bar- rage balloons, a huge red flag waved in the glare of the many searchlights. © _ Applause | thundered again. The people shouted, pointed. Be- hind the House of the Council of People’s Commisars, high in the sky, Stalin’s likeness ap- peared on a screen held be- tween two blimps. The guns kept up their thunderous sym- phony. Then, as the last 30 salvoes rescunded, and as the people prepared to leave, squadrons of invisible planes, their flying lights lit, darted through the sky, dropping multi - colored flares. Mushrooms of brilliant color grew in the air, developed into huge blobs of color, float~ ed lower and lower only to be born again. In the streets the loudspeakers shouted slogans of victory. In every square, cele- brants vrejoiced.. Youngsters marched. In front of my hotel, as I was returning, from my night broadeast, a group of students carried two red flags between them, and a Union Jack Thousands followed. Tomorrow was another work ing day. Tomorrow the tre- mendous job of peace and re- construction would begin. To- night was the night for cele- bration of victory, victory and memories. Ehrenburg the Hitlerites are pursuing a policy of intrigue which they have long been hatching and which conforms to their whole nature. They are striving by their actions to sow distrust among the United Nations, to foment dissension among the Allies, to avert—if ‘only for a. time—the last mortal blow of the Allied Armies, and to achieve by means of military- political intrigue what they fail- ed to achieve by armed force. As to the fear experienced by the Hitlerites on account of their past and present crimes, this sentiment does of course play its part. But as will be seen from what was said above, the fear -and terror of the Hit- lerites is not the whole thing. It should be clear to everyone that if the Germans were guided by fear in their present criminal policy, they would probably noé go on trying so persistently to sink British and American ships with’ their submarines; they would not haye bombarded Eng- land with flying bombs as they did until recently, and would not continue to slay war prisoners, soldiers and officers of the Al- lied Armies. From this it follows that quite a different explanation from the one Ehrenbure offers in the columns of Krasnaya Zvezda must be found for the fact that the Germans have weakened their front in the West and are so stubbornly resisting in the Hast, for the fact that, in the words of Ehrenburs, “we did not take Koenigsberg by telephone and we are not cap- - turing Vienna with cameras.” This is all the more necessary because Ehrenbure’s unfounded inferences and conclusions may confuse the auestion and will at any rate not help expose the Hit- lerite policy of intrigue aimed at sowing dissension among the Allies. TIGER JOE DO NOTHING! Ff WHY YOU WANT 2 FEDERATED PRESS -20- == COME WITH ME, YOu SQUEALING LITTLE PIG! D3 igal \ S WHAT 16 Y SIRE, HERE 1S THIS? THE SPY OF BY THE GUERRILLAS WHO HAVE BEEN ~ CAUSING US SO MUCH PETTY ANNOYANCES! Ss SO! WHAT HAVE You aN TO SAY FOR YOURSELF L YOLI TRAITOR? SOE SAY-- PHOOEY! PERMIT ME TO DESTROY HIM AT ONCE, HONORABL COMMANDER | gg he NO! NOT YET! 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