Senator Gives The Low Down On The Spy Scare —— ty Fred wilmor The spy-scare had just burst on Vancouver and the boys around the city room were sitting at their typewriters toy- ing with superlatives when the city editor called me over to his desk. “Hey you,” he says, fixing me with a hung-over eye, “You’d better dash down and interview Senator McGurk about this. He’s Staying in the Vancouver. He can probably give us a good story on it, seeing’ how he’s wak- ed them up since he went down to Ottawa.” Being a pup reporter, most of the older leg-men around the editorial room always refer to me as “that pup,’ and anxious to prove my worth, I immedi- ately whipped out my car pass and headed for the hotel. In the lobby I called the Senator on the house phone, and with the af_ fability of an old-time politician lie invited me up. I stepped. into -the elevator, slightly awed by the splendor of the hotel, and went up to the nineteenth floor, where the Sen- ator was holding court with an assortment of thugs, bandits, political pals and ward-heelers, friends from his old days as a Civic politician. He invited me into his room and thrust a glass of Scotch and soda into my hand. “Well, young feller, what can I do for you?’? He pared the end off a Panatella and -care- fully: lighted it. “We'd like to know what you _think about this spy report we just received from Ottawa, Sen- ator McGurk,” I said. “Spy report, hell,” the Sen- ator said, and his voice took on the rich timbre of the election platform, “It’s a vicious in- trigue engineered by the Bol- 2 ™ New Pamphlets ENEMIES OF THE PEACE Profile of the Hate Russia Gang. Sender Garlin 35¢ CANADA AND THE INTERNATIONAL CARTELS Government Report 35¢ THE FIGHT FOR A NEW CHINA Mao-Tse Tung 35¢ THE TREATMENT OF DEFEATED GERMANY V. J. 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They’ve got a network of agents across the country.” “Do you mean that there are Sspys in all of the cities,” I asked. The Senator laughed omin- cusly. “Spies in every city. Why they are spying in every town and village, and probably on a lot of farms. They are in the unions too!” “What are they trying to do?” “Vl tell you, son. If we’re not careful they’ll take over. They'll murder us in our beds with bombs—atom bombs,” the Sen- ator’s voice was grim‘ “Do you mean that Commun- ists are undermining world peace?”, I sipped my glass of Dewar’s and soda. “Now, don’t get me wrong,” the Senator held up a pudgy hand. “I’m not against the Rus- Sians, we gotta be friends with the Russians. But we gotta watch the Communists. Them Commun- ists in Canada, and there’s a lot of them want the bomb.” “But the Russians are Com- munists, and world revolution doesn’t seem to tie in with what they are doing at the United Nations meeting,” I said. The Senator laughed uproar- iously and filled my empty glass. He siphoned soda water into it before he stopped chuckling and spoke. “The United Nations confer- ence!” he chuckled again. “When you’ve been in politics as long as I have you’ll get an idea of what these Reds are trying: to do. They talk about freedom and they fight to get it, they’ll compel people to elect repre- Sentative governments too. They give every appearance of being progressive, and they argue like hell for democracy.” His voice lowered as if he were imparting a deep secret. “What they’re really out for is world revolu- | tion.” He threw away the stub of his Panatella and lit another. “Yep, world revolution.” 7 ° a =~ People’s Co-operative ee ; oe : Compliments .. . Book Store Ee pune Dr. R. Llewellyn Douglas 337 W. Pender St. RICHARDS d HASTINGS VANCOUVER, B.C. ] DR. Ww. J. CURRY Vannes B.C. & NN Zs * —— The group of thugs, bandits, political pals and ward heelers looked around apprehensively as if expecting someone to drop an atomic bomb in their laps. “Now I’m a fair man, and I believe in giving everybody a fair chance. But we gotta watch them. You see, they fill us up with a lot of propaganda. They talk about everybody having jobs in Russia, but them people haven’t any choice. They either work or starve. Call that de- mocracy’?” The Senator looked around, and a soft chorus of “No’s” answered his question. “They say everyone has homes, but who wants to live in apart- ment houses with a bunch of working people. They’ve got the people scared. Why over a mil- lion people voted against the government in the last elections. Hmph. It’s just a sign that the Soviet system won't last.” I reminded the Senator that over one hundred million people had yoted for the government. “Sure, that’s propaganda too. Theyre scared, that’s all, just] scared. But getting back to spy stuff,” he twitched his thumb in in his vest. ““‘What we gotta do is watch all of the communists in this country. And we gotta watch the trade unions too, and these front organizations. I think the RCMP should investi- gate all them communistic out- fits.”