SATURDAY, OCT. 23rd, 1920
All Hail, The Worker's Day
Wave on, loved flag of Liberty; swing thy crimson
banner high ;
New hope now holds the hearts of men its sign
is in the sky;
A countless army has sprung forth; in field, by
forge, in mill
Men take the pledge and take all risk thy promise
Well may you tremble, tyrants, who plot, and rob,
The crimson banner in the East fortells the dawn
Your hosts of greed can only thrive when hidden
from the light,
Long centuries have you held your sway through
ignorance and might.
Vou've buried in the prison cell the noblest in the
You've sought to check the march of Truth by
many ill-famed laws;
Yet all your plots avail you naught the rose-hued
dawn to stay,
A billion tongues take up the cry. "All hail, the
Mr. Wilson wrote his note to Italy through
the agency of Secretary Colby, for the purpose
of sending it as propaganda to Russia and Po
land. Undoubtedly, Mr. Wilson overrated his pow
ers as a propagandist, since he merely repeated
the old discredited doctrines for which he has been
notorious the past three years. Nevertheless,
should one expect just a bit of consistency from
a statesman? Perhaps not.
How ready the Allied governments, and part
icularly Mr. Wilson, were to condemn the Rus
sian Soviet Government for carrying on educa
tional and propaganda work among the enemy
troops and for dropping printed matter behind the
enemy lines. How ready they were to damn every
sentence that Russian propagandists wrote about
the position of the working class in capitalist
countries, although they knew that EVERY
WORD WAS TRUE. How fearful they were of
the printed word; yes more fearful than of bul
lets. So Mr. Wilson turned to it, himself. But he
used a broken pen and the dry ink of yesterday.
Will Speak in Cleveland
2416 E. 9th Street
72nd & St. Clair Avenue
Tue, Oct. 26.
Wed. Oct. 27.
AT 8. P. M.
AT 7:30 P. M.
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