CHICAGO BARS MEETINGS

For justice thunders condemnation

Washington Keeps Eye On Radicals

Arise rejected of the earth

PARIS BRUSSELS MOSCOW GENEVA ADD THEIR VOICES

It is the final conflict
Let each stand in his place

Geologist Lost In Cave Six Days

The International Party

SACCO AND VANZETTI MUST DIE

Shall be the human race.

Much I thought of you when I was lying in the death
house -- the singing, the kind tender voices of the children from
the playground where there was all the life and the joy of lib-
erty -- just one step from the wall that contains the buried
agony of three buried souls. It would remind me so often of
you and of your sister and I wish I could see you every mo-
ment, but I feel better that you will not come to the death
house so that you could not see the horrible picture of three
living in agony waiting to be electrocuted.

THE CAMERA EYE (50)

they have clubbed us off the streets they are
stronger they are rich they hire and fire the poli-
ticians the newspapereditors the old judges the small men
with reputations the collegepresidents the wardheelers
(listen businessmen collegepresidents judges America

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will not forget her betrayers) they hire the men with
guns the uniforms the policecars the patrolwagons

all right you have won you will kill the brave
men. our friends tonight

there is nothing left to do we are beaten we
the beaten crowd together in these old dingy school-
rooms on Salem Street shuffle up and down the gritty
creaking stairs sit hunched with bowed heads on benches
and hear the old words of the haters of oppression made
new in sweat and agony tonight

our work is over the scribbled phrases the nights
typing releases the smell of the printshop the sharp reek
of newprinted leaflets the rush for Western Union
stringing words into wires the search for stinging words
to make you feel who are your oppressors America

America our nation has been beaten by strangers who
have turned our language inside out who have taken the
clean words our fathers spoke and made them slimy and
foul

their hired men sit on the judge's bench they sit
back with their feet on the tables under the dome of the
State House they are ignorant of our beliefs they have the
dollars the guns the armed forces the powerplants

they have built the electricchair and hired the execu-
tioner to throw the switch

all right we are two nations

America our nation has been beaten by strangers who

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have bought the laws and fenced off the meadows and
cut down the woods for pulp and turned our pleasant
cities into slums and sweated the wealth out of our people
and when they want to they hire the executioner to throw
the switch

but do they know that the old words of the immi-
grants are being renewed in blood and agony tonight do
they know that the old American speech of the haters of
oppression is new tonight in the mouth of an old woman
from Pittsburgh of a husky boilermaker from Frisco who
hopped freights clear from the Coast to come here in the
mouth of a Back Bay socialworker in the mouth of an
Italian printer of a hobo from Arkansas the language
of the beaten nation is not forgotten in our ears tonight

the men in the deathhouse made the old words new
before they died

If it had not been for these things, I might have
lived out my life talking at streetcorners to scorning men.
I might have died unknown, unmarked, a failure. This is
our career and our triumph. Never in our full life can we
hope to do such work for tolerance, for justice, for man's
understanding of man as how we do by an accident.

now their work is over the immigrants haters of
oppression lie quiet in black suits in the little undertaking
parlor in the North End the city is quiet the men of

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the conquering nation are not to be seen on the streets

they have won why are they scared to be seen on
the streets? on the streets you see only the downcast
faces of the beaten the streets belong to the beaten
nation all the way to the cemetery where the bodies
of the immigrants are to be burned we line the curbs in
the drizzling rain we crowd the wet sidewalks elbow to
elbow silent pale looking with scared eyes at the coffins

we stand defeated America

NEWSREEL LXVII

when things are upset, there's always chaos, said Mr.
Ford. Work can accomplish wonders and overcome chaotic
conditions. when the Russian masses will learn to want more
than they have, when they will want white collars, soap, better
clothes, better shoes, better housing, better living conditions

I lift up my finger and I say tweet tweet
shush shush
now now
come come

REPUBLIC-TRUMBULL STEEL MERGER VOTED

There along the dreamy Amazon
We met upon the shore
Tho' the love I knew is ever gone

WHEAT OVERSOLD REACHES NEW HIGH

Dreams linger on

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the first thing the volunteer firefighters did was to open
the windows to let the smoke out. This created a draft and the
fire with a good thirty mile wind right from the ocean did
the rest

RECORD TURNOVER IN INSURANCE SHARES AS TRADING
PROGRESSES

outside the scene was a veritable bedlam. Well-dressed
women walked up and down wringing their hands, helpless to
save their belongings, while from the windows of the upper
stories there rained a shower of trunks, suitcases and clothing
hurled out indiscriminately. Jewelry and bricabrac valued at
thousands was picked up by the spectators from the lawn, who
thrust the objects under their coats and disappeared

BROKERS LOANS HIT NEW HIGH

Change all of your gray skies
Turn them into gay skies
And keep sweeping the cobwebs off the moon

MARKETS OPTIMISTIC

learn new uses for cement. How to develop profitable
concrete business. How to judge materials. How to figure
jobs. How to reinforce concrete. How to build forms, roads,
sidewalks, floors, foundations, culverts, cellars

And even tho' the Irish and the Dutch
Say it don't amount to much
Fifty million Frenchmen can't be wrong

STARSPANGLED BANDIT GANG
ROBS DINERS

MURDER BARES QUAKER STATE FANTASIES

Poker Slayer Praised

Poor little Hollywood Rose
so all alone
No one in Hollywood knows
how sad she's grown

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