This is Spain today GENERALISSIMO Francisco Franco this week announced a reorganization of his J fascist government to adjust it to the needs of a ““modern’’ state. Actually, what he did was to replace several Falagist politicians with stem the inflationary spiral which is threatening th regime. Here a correspondent describes life in Spa feat of the Spanish Republic with German Nazi HE moment we crossed the French-Spanish frontier we were struck by the masses of soldiers, ill-dressed, often slovenly, and the _ various types of armed guards. Whether they were police or civil guards, they ‘bore pistols or machine guns. Why so many armed guards? First, because of the working conditions. Outside the town ef Bailen I saw women at work on the roads. They worked in the midday heat, their heads covered with rags. Two of them followed the team roller, keeping the rollers cleaned. The 16-year-old boy at the place where we stopped for the night in Bourgas worked from 7 a.m. to 9 p.m. He earn- ed three pesetas a day, apart from his meals. And a loaf of bread costs six pesetas. In another road-house the “maid-of-all work earned 65 pe- setas a month. At an exchange rate of 40 pesetas to the dollar the average rate of pay is less than $6 a week. Officially there isan eight- hour day, six-day week, though in fact, the worker is only “permitted” to be absent from work on Sunday, as a “holy day.” Likewise the paid annual holiday is “permitted.” Then housing conditions. At San Augustin we saw some “new” houses. Cooking was done on an open fire in a cor- ner of the living room, the smoke carried away through a funnel-shaped opening in the ceiling. The floors were roughly ce- mented, the staircase to the bedroom a glorified ladder; no chimney, no running water, an electricity supply that did not work — and no toilet. Rents are high—650 pesetas a month for three rooms and key money the accepted thing. Food, vegetables, fruit and wine are cheap. But meat is dear, milk rare. Medical services musti be seen to be believed. In La Linea, ‘on the Gibraltar bor- der, there is one hospital — it looks like a prison — for 100,000 people. The “ambu- lance” is an open trolley that bounces the patient over the cobbles, ’ Blind people are everywhere living by selling lottery tick- ets. If a worker is sick and the doctor’s bill comes to $30 or over the government will pay half. economic experts in an effort to 1e shaky foundations of his fascist in today, 18 years after Franco’s de- and Italian fascist aid. But what if a worker can- not pay his half? One doctor in La Linea re- fused to operate on a 16-year- old girl who had a ruptured appendix. The parents could not pay their “half” and the girl died. This was during my Stay. * Outside Granadas, hundreds of gypsies live in caves. But we saw many wandering, fil- thy, without shelter, by the roadside, their children naked, the women plucking leaves to boil for soup. All over Spain they swarm, begging their way. But then ,there are the priv- ileged. Apart from the armed individuals, these are the Fal- angists (Franco’s party men) and the priests. Government employees, mostly. Falangists; get free medical aid. The priests are everywhere, in charge of the schoolchild- ren. in charge of the soldiers. While ordinary people travel on foot or by donkey, they can be seen careering around on their motor cycles and scooters. Three mechanics to whom I spoke, were surprised to hear how trade unions in Britain have successfully fought the employers. For in Spain, Fran- co’s men run the unions. Any worker who stands up for himself soon disappears. After the great Barcelona strikes, world protests freed the strike leaders, but soon _after their release they died mysteriously. After the Civil war ended, 18 years ago, Communists were sentenced to “12 years and a day..” They .are still in prison and the authorities’ cynical comment is: “We didn’t say what day.” How do the prisoners fare? I have heard them screaming in the jail in La Linea. Once I saw a prisoner walking hand- cuffed, along the road, while his guards beat him with their In the cities children beg on the streets rubber truncheons. To’ get a break from the brutal treatment~ prisoners will feign illness to reach the comparative rest and better food of the hospitals. They will take asafran pow- der, which turns their skin yellow, to counterfeit yellow fever. They will place a spe- ‘cial bean soaked in water on their leg. Overnight a huge blister will swell and burst. Anything to escape for a while from the prison regime. Just how widespread is the hatred against him can -be seen in the recent nominal wage increases which Franco has awarded. Even he cannot remain indifferent to the peo- ple’s feelings. This, then, is Fascist Spain, 1957. Burnerd Sho’s alfabet cawz lots of trubl fr lernd jujz G. B. SHAW By JACK PHILIPS When fish turns to ghoti, and liquor become likr; When a league is a leg, and a leg is a lag; Don’t blame our pronter and don’t blow your tawp; It all began with Burnerd Sho, The Irish poeat, whit and arthur. ’ eet Bernard Shaw, who died at age 94 in 1950; was not the first or the last man to entertain the idea of re- forming the English language and making it phonetic. As long gs we have words like snuff and enough, and rhyme and grime, the field is wide open to fonetic reformers. If some of the U.S. experts had their way, the opening sentence of a buginess letter would read something like this: “Nelsd pls fnd owr chq n t amt v $200.” Or, a young man writing to his sweetheart might express himself in ‘this fashion: “Drst Dring: Iv msd u trbli & cn hrdli wt 2cuagn..Ilvyu vry mch.” (CUR telegram, col- lect.) To be fair, we must admit that these two examples are from the simplified shorthand school, a style of fast, abbrevi- ated longhand. Vowels are cut out where possible and sym- bols and idea association play prominent roles, thus cutting . the use of our 26-letter alpha- bet to a basic minimum. But Shaw’s plan, which is still wrapped in mystery, would make the written lang- uage as phonetic a& possible by increasing the alphabet to 40 letters and by transliteration. For example, the Londoner says “Lester Square” for Lei- cester Square. By the magic of transliteration, our minister for external affairs in Canada - becomes Leicester Pearson. Recently, a British judge ruled the clauses in Shaw’s will leaving $270,000 in a charitable trust for the reform of the English language were invalid. But the Shaw Society of Bri- tain has announced it will launch an appeal and that plans are under way to print “Androcles and the Lion” in the Shavian alphabet. What puzzles some literary critics is the fact that Shaw left no completed system of writing for- prosterity’s bene- fit. Supporters of the Shavian system make the following claims on its behalf: + Books printed with the new alphabet would cost only half the price. + The British Museum would save many ~-millions*by re- ducing shelf space. + Newspaper reporters could learn the new alphabet in a week. Shaw, anticipating that the courts, with their traditional distaste for simple language, would set his will aside, directed that in such case the $270,000 would be shared equally by the British Museum, the National Gallery of Ireland and the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art. Whatever comes of this ap- peal, one thing is certain: There’s still a lot of room for improvement of English as she is writ. zi ¢ Soviet H OVIET scientists have converted hydrogen into helium at normal tempera- tures — without multi-mil- ion degree temperatures ac- -cording to Moscow radio. (The combining of hydro- gen atoms into the heavier gas helium, through a com- plex series of collisions in- volving carbon and nitro- gen atoms, is believed to be the source of the sun’s ener- , 8Y- discovery The broadcast said that — the successful experiment was carried out by the So- viet Nuclear Physics In- stitute, headed by Igor Kur- chatov, a member of the presidium of the Soviet Academy ‘of Sciences. Theoretical foundation for the reaction had been pro- vided in 1954 by a member of the academy called Leon- tovich, the Moscow Radio reported, MARCH 1, 1957 — PACIFIC TRIBUNE—PAGE 10