OPEN FORUM Goodnight mayor! A.B., Vancouver, B.C.: I hope this poem, which I have entitled “Mayor Harrison’s Dream,” makes clear the thoughts that inspired it: . MAYOR HARRISON’S DREAM In Victoria, B.C. , Mayor Harrison had a dream, He dreamt he met McCarthy Walking on the scene. McCarthy shook his hand And on the rocks they sat, Witch-hunting in our fair land The subject of their chat. . McCarthy said, “Experience, Of that I’ve had plenty, Vm sure you‘ll find Canadians As. easily fooled as any.” Harrison said, “What can we do To make Canadians hate The principles of democracy At this late date?” . “Tell you what,” McCarthy said, “That book-burning stunt is grand Old Hitler tried it with success. Let's try it in your land.” Mayor Harrison mumbled in his sleep, He thought it pretty good, And straight away he fried it In his neighborhood, And now as anyone can see He’s shivering in his bed; He found that we Canadians Were not so easily led. . This brilliant dream has turned into A politician’s nightmare That promises come voting day To make him the ex-mayor. Of this and. that R. MASSE, Nakusp, B.C.: I sug- Sest that the Pacific Tribune car- Ty an article: soon exposing a Phony pamphlet that is being widely circulated, called The Russians Call it Socialism. That’s a good letter-on chiro- practors by Jack Phillips. Let’s have more letters from our read- ers, and how about more articles about’ the Interior? One would think, sometimes, that the PT is only for Vancouverites. Best regards to all the staff and may our paper raise its banner higher as the standard bearer for all working people. ! More on chiropractors H.P., Vancouver, B.C.: Re the correspondence on chiropractors. -Many people, myself included, are prejudiced against them. How- - ever, there is no valid reason why one should be, unless you expect them to be cure-alls. I believe they should be quite reliable in matters of bone adjustment, but that is a matter of opinion. Until recently they were not ac- cepted by the Workmen’s Com- pensation Board and workmen wanting to go to a chiropractor - had to do so at their own expense. As a first aid man, one can Te- commend workers to go to a chiro- practor now, although I never have; but if the patient wishes to go to one himself, he is entitled to do so, and come under the WCB regulations. As to their political conscfous- hess, one should not pre-judge them on that, since all first aid men or doctors are not politically conscious either. We should judge them purely on their own merits in their special line of work. One must remember that many new ideas have been condemned without trial, and proved in the end beneficial to mankind. , ANDREW ROTHSTEIN REPORTS ON USSR Prices go of the things that strikes you most, revisiting the So- viet Union after three years, is the greater cheapness, abun- dance and variety of consumer goods. In December. 1950 good- quality men’s shoes, with leath- er soles, cost 385 roubles. In December 1953 we saw them at Minsk priced at 200 roubles. In 1950 fine worsteds for men’s suits scarcély existed. Today you can see big rolls of them—and people buying as fast as they can be served. “We ordered too many 300- rouble crepe-de-chine dresses this year,” Mrs. Nichipor, Vice- Minister for Consumer Goods Industries of Byelorussia, told us. “It was a mistake; the public want a better article and won’t buy cheap lines now. Ten days later we were in a country cooperative storé in the little South Russian Re- public of North Ossetia. An old peasant lady had six yards of bright cotton-print at eight roubles 80 kopeks at yard cut off for her. “Wouldn’t you like some of this too; it’s the latest?” the manager asked the next cus- tomer, a younger woman. “No, what have you got in pure silk?” she replied — and down came a big roll (we didn’t see one in a big city dry goods store in 1950). We asked the manager: “What do you find goes best, and how does it compare with prewar?” “Tt used to be cotton goods chiefly, round here,” he re. plied. “Now it is fine wollens and linens they want.” Food is substantially cheaper. Before me lie canteen menus I collected at the Kolomna Loco Works in November 1950 and at the Minsk Auto Works in December 1953—very com- parable plants. The same substantial dinner down, This women’s footwear department of a Moscow shoe factory is fully mechanized. which we saw ordinary work- ers eating on both occasions— borshch (meat and vegetable soup with sour cream), beef cutlets with mashed potatoes and carrots, tea, with bread ad lib.—cost five roubles 85 ko- peks. in 1950 and two roubles 96 kopeks in 1953. Other prices were cut similarly. And what a lot of people asked us sympathetically if it was true that we were still: rationed for meat and butter! Price cuts are the result of the huge planned increase jn consumer goods - production, now visibly gathering speed, and the steady rise in agricul- tural output. At Minsk, Mayor Dlugoshev- sky told us, new factories for woollen suitings, watches, cam- eras and food industries are go- ing up in 1954, “Byelorussia’s capital invest- ments in the textiles, garment, hosiery, haberdashery, leather and carpet industries will be \ quality is up doubled in 1954, compared with 1953,” said Mrs. Nichipor. 1951 was 11 times the 1940 quantity, times; by 1956 they will be up another 40 percent.” farming republic — we asked about agriculture, Grain yields in 1952 already averaged 24% bushels an acre, against 19% bushels in 1937 (the best pre- war year) and under 14 bushels in 1913. higher, — from 20 percent to 60 percent more numerous than three years ago. New valuable crops have appeared since the war. where they asked us whether the British people really want- ed to re-arm the Germans? © Andrew Rothstein, noted “Our output of woollens in and hosiery four In North Ossetia—a typical In 1953 they were Cattle, pigs, sheep were all Can you wonder that every- British writer on Soviet af- fairs, was a member of a British delegation to the Soviet Union last year. By LEN FOX Australia's centenary of Eureka Stockade HUNDRED years ago, on fiery-eyed Italian stood listening to a meeting of Australian dig- gers. The diggers were protesting against the heavy gold-license fee. They were claiming the right to be represented in parliament. And they were saying things (not nice things) about the squatters, a few hundred of whom owned the whole colony. “I understood very little of those matters at the time,” com- mented the Italian later. “The shoe had not pinched my toe yet.” Somewhere else on the Ballarat goldfields a big muscular Ameri- can Negro was toiling under the hot sun. Like the fiery Italian, he seemed a stranger, a foreigner. Yet not many months later, this Italian and American Negro were standing side by side, With their mates, in a Melbourne court, as champions of Australian liberty. Thirteen Australians in the dock — charged with treason be- cause they had dared defend freedom at Eureka. First man tried was the Negro from New York—John Josephs. “A man of color .. : a man of athletic form,” said the Argus. That’s something worth remem- bering—that a Negro was the first of the Eureka heroes to face trial. And alongside him stood the fiery Italian, Carboni Raffaello. The other eleven were Timothy Hayes, John Manning, Jan Vennik, James _ Beattie, Henry Reed, Michael Tuhey, James Macfie _ Campbell, William Molloy, Jacob ~ Sorenson, Thomas Wignum, John. Phelan. If one can guess by names, they are Scots, Italian, English, Dutch, Jewish perhaps, native-born Aus- tralian probably, too. Thirteen meri facing the might of the state. But they weren’t alone. ; Before the treason trial, a meet- ing of Melbourne citizens had unanimously resolved: “That the constitutional agita-. tion at Ballarat had assumed its present unconstitutional form in consequence of the coercion of military force, and that matters would not have been precipitat- ed to their present issue but for the harsh and imprudent re- commencement of digger hunt- ing during the period of excite- ment.” At Ballarat, a jury had ‘stated that it “viewed with extreme hor- ror the brutal conduct of the mounted police in firing at and cutting down unarmed and inno- | cent persons of both. sexes, at a distance from the scene of the © disturbance, 1854.” on December. 3, Bakery Hill at Ballarat, a. : with red hair “diggers as a ’ And in the court in Melbourne, . ordinary democratic Australians filled the seats — including the jury seats. “How will the capitalist feel in the investment of his money?” the Argus wailed. But all the Prisoners were acquitted. . The fight the diggers ‘lost on that bloody Sunday morning was be- ing won throughout the , Wide land. Liberty was flooding in. And so John Josephs, Ameri- can Negro and Australian demo- crat, Was acquitted. “A sudden burst of applause rose in the court when the ver- dict was declared by the foreman of the jury,” wrote the Argus of February 24, 1855, “but was in- stantly checked by officers of the court.” Two of the democrats who .ap- plauded were 8rabbed and sen- tenced to a week's jail for con- tempt of court—but one after the ether the prisoners were acquit- ted, and cheers Yang through Mel- bourne streets. : Carboni Raffaello, “forty years of age, short and squat in figure and small keen rest- was elected by the member of the local court at Ballarat, less eyes,” record of the Australian people's historic battle for freedom and democracy, SO well expressed by the Australian Poet, Victor Wil- ne: in his poem, “She Will Be ey As | lay sleeping on Bakery Hill | heard her calling; the leaves were still, Her words were warm coals in my dreams and me; “E am Australia, come, set me free”. Black night and the redcoats slunk in retreat for the fires of the diggers bloomed at her feet. On the naked. hilltops, in her red, warm soil, our freedom blossoms from our fruitful toil. We are standing night-watch. for the peace we won; ; no dollar war-cloud will blind our sun, The boots of the jailers tramp the hills in vain for the stars of Eureka now burn again. PACIFIC TRIBUNE — FEBRUARY 19, 1954 — PAGE 4