THIE PRODUCERS NEWS t Published Friday of each week at Plentywood, Montana, by i The Peoples Publishing Company, Inc. i Entered .-as Second Class Matter. October 18, 1918, at the Post Offitfce at Plentywood, Montana. Under the Act of March 9. 1879. ■ OUR PROGRAM 1 . No evictions, no foreclosures. 3 . Passage of the Workers Unemployment Bill (H. R. 7598) 2. Cancelation of all secured farm debts. 4. Immediate cash relief for unemployed workers and desti tute farmers. Subscription Rates: Per year. $2; six months, $1; three months 50 cents. Foreign per year, $2.50; six months, $1.26; three months. CO cents. Advertising Rates furnished upon application. ALFRED F. MILLER, Editor HANS RASMUSSEN, Business Manager Thursday, September 27, 1934 VOTE COMMUNIST AGAINST Sixteen strikers are dead murdered by the militia and : sixteen siriKeib aie muiucicu police of the employers. Hundreds are wounded, many , seriously. The Wall Street executive committee at Washing- j ton together with the state governments of the mill owners ! havedonfuJh best to break the strike by employing the most terroristic methods, methods which find its counter j part in Hitler Germany only. ' r ,, . ., . „ In the San Francisco strike it was the vigilantes, the spawn of the Fascist armed bands. They tteie gl\en Otli cial approval by the regular oppressive organs of the cap-;. italistsfthe police and the courts. In the textile strike it is j the concentration camps, the militia, the gunmen and armed Ââg^tThe l0 S^ he threat of use This is how fascism grows and is developed amid the , dirty rags of the vaunted capitalist "democracy.- , On the battle front of the farmers fascism IS m evidence j again in South Dakota where the American Legion for the second time has kidnapped and tortured farm leaders ; in Ne hraska where Mother Bloor, Wiklund, Booth and other rnili- j a flimsv charge of unlawful assembly; in Ohio where onion aim y ' » unlawful aSfSemblv in Ohio where onion flimsy charg i +Vi P in Viniiw and thpir loaders strikers are thrown out Of their houses ana ineir chased out of the county or made victims of assassination. The fight against advancing fascist terror is one of the main planks in the Communist Party election program. As the only political party of the working class, fighting for the everyday interests of the workers and farmers and for the ® y y - j . ,• i - i UvanJc Cnom'cm +v> a. overthrow «^decaying capitalism, which breeds fascism,_the Communist > Party puts forward its slogans of struggle against fascism. * * * * ™ * j 1 d-u d. U u- J n . d. d. d-u - The capitalists know that behind a Communist vote there stands a worker ready to carry on the fight against fascism, and for the overthrow of capitalism which breeds fascist terror. The greater the Communist vote in the present elections, when the issue of fascist terror is paramount, the greater will ho the force driving forward to united action of the en will be tne xorce arivmg lonvara to unitea action oi me en tire working class in the -struggle agamt fsascism Vote for the Party in the forefront in the battle against fascism. Vote for the Party ceaselessly striving for the united front of the American workers in the battle to defeat all fascist efforts. Vote Communist! The textile strike is over. Betrayed, sold out by the Goman and Green, high-salaried A. F. of L. officials. A vote for the Communist Party is a vote recorded not only on oloction day for tho struggle against fascism, but is a voice for the day-to-day continuation of the battle to de feat fascism. The Communist Party election program on fascism says the following: Against capitalist terror and the growing trend toward fascism; against deportations and oppression of the foreign-born; against compulsory arbitration and company unions; against the use of troops in strikes; for the workers' right to join unions of their own choice, to strike, to picket, to demonstrate without restrictions for the maintenance of all the civil and political rights of the masses. « i FORGET-ME-NOT DAY By Hans Rasmussen On Saturday Sept. 29 we have another day. this time it is Forget-Me-Not Day. The day is sponsored by disabled American veterans of the World war for the purpose of col lecting funds by selling Forget-Me-Not's for whatever they might bring. In a letter to the Commander, President Roosevelt says: It is my earnest hope that your Forget-Me-Not campaign will be wholly successful." In the appeal for funds, sent to me by Flathead Chapter No. 4 of Kalispell, it says in part: "They dug in for you then. Will you dig down for them now? There is a misunderstanding here somewhere. It wasn't ME who wanted the war. It wasn't ME that anybody was fighting for, the war never did ME any good. I was opposed to that war just as much then as I am now opposed to any future wars. I would have stopped it if I could, but it was very little I could do about it. Somebody with more money and more power than I had wanted the war, and they got it. If there is anybody I feel sorry for it are the thousands of mentally and bodily disabled veterans scattered all over the country. After they had been promised they would be well taken care of, if anything should happen to them while they were fighting for THEIR country, a country that very few of them had a share in. v As soon as the war was over all the promises were forgotten. When they went to Wash ington and demanded their back wages, they were smoked out with tear gas, their belongings were burned and some of them were actually murdered. They are sent begging from door to door, selling lead pencils and other trinkets and given a bowl of soup now and then. While those who wanted the war grew fat on it and are now living in luxury, a Forget-Me-Not Day has been set aside for those who actually fought the war, where the dis abled veterans will be allowed to sell a paper flower for what few pennies they can get out of it. And the President of the United States writes and tells them that he hopes the "campaign will be wholly successful." Instead of peddling the Forget-Me-Not's in the streets and in the alleys, m the mansions where the war profiteers hve is where they should be presented, and presented in such a way that they would lose interest in starting another war « >> I WAS MARCHING BY MERIDEL LE SEUR "I have tried to put down ex-, actly the reaction of many artists, writers and middle class to the strike here," writes Miss LeSuer from Minneapolis. "Although they were in great sympathy they did not knofw how to act, they felt frightened, timid, inferior. I do not ( xaggerate when I say that at. the funeral (of one of the work ers killed by the militia in the re cent truckmen's strike in Minne apolis) I saw literally hundreds of them who came there, who stood outside (and many stood outside headquarters all the time) with all the chaos of old reactions. indi Another thing: al'hough these vidualistic, special, etc. people intellectually were won over their old emotional habits made it impossible for them to act, and al though every one of them econom ically realized they belonged to and Svere fas* becoming a part of the working class still they were iso» lated and emotionally incapable of acting with othesrs. "On the other hand some of them did act hut always in an isolated special way. "To enter into any mass move-1 men* you have to be bom out of everything you have been taught, j out of every corpuscle in your j ^ dy ; lf yoU t ** î h * at c ]f s * jWorkersknowhowtoacttogether.il But j n tb e middle c i ass eve n the family is corrupted, is no* a unit, not a social unity any longer. You are ^ Mated in your own> family f | J U f h i some of the middle class suffer from an aVfu l hunger too . . . there they s'ood unable to march;into . . a ud humry to he a part of that great ttmgrie too." Minneapolis. thing that is happening for the | il"wXXt"d t"f you come filom the midd i e words are likely to mean more than an event. You are likely to think about a thing, and the happening will be the size of a pin point and the words around the happening ver y l ar K e > distorting it queerly. It » s a case of "Remembrance of thingg past „ When you a*re in the event, you are likely to have a distinctly individualistic attitude, to be only partly there, and to tare more for the happening after wards than when it is happening, ™ a « s . s why H » har ® fo p ^ pe g son like myself and othenrs to be ^ a strike. •j i ... . . ideology mouthing such words at "Humanity," "Truth," the "Golden Rule," and such. Now in a crisis the word falls away and the skele ton of that action shows in ten- rific movement. For two days I heard of the strike - 1 went hy their headquar ters> l walked 0n the opposi te side of thé stree t and saw the dark old building that had been a garage and lean, dark young fa.es leaning from the upstairs windows. I had t° down there often. I looked in - 1 saw the huge black intenor and live coals of living m en mov ^ listlessly and orderlyj their | eyes gleaming from their sweaty ! f - j hîXwïSita » tJZi j muffled way . One thing is said i an d another happens. Our merch ant society has been built upon a huge hypocrisy, a cut-throat com petition which sets one man against another and at the same time an ace I saw cars leaving filled with ! grimy men, pickets going to the | line, engines roaming out. I stayed j close to the door watching. I did j not go in. I was afraid they would put me out. After all. I could re main a spectator. A man wearing a polo hat kept going around with I a large camera taking pictures, | I am putting down exactly how 1 j fel*, because I believe others of my class feel the same as I did. I be lieve it stands for an important psychic change that must take place in all. I saw many artists, writers, professionals, esven busi men and women standing ness across the street - , too, and* T saw in their faces the same Ion .rings, the same fears. The truth is I was afraid. Not of physical danger at all, but an awful fright of mixing, of losing myself, of being unknown and lost. I felt inferior. I felt no one would know me there, that all I had been trained to excell in would go un noticed. I can't describe what I felt, but perhaps it will come near it to say that I felt excelled in competing with others and I knew instantly that these people were NOT competiing at all, that they were acting in a strange, powerful trance of movement together. And I was filled with longing to act with them and with fear that I could not. I felt I was born out of every kind of life, thrown up alone, looking at other lonely peo ple, a condition I had been in the habit of defending with various attitudes of cynicism, preciosity, defiance and hatred. Looking at that dark and lively building, massed with men, I knew my feelings to be those belonging to disruption, chaos and disin tegration and I felt their direct and awful movement, mute and powerful, drawing them into a close and glowing cohesion like a Powerful conflagration in the very midst of the city. And it filled me with fear and awe and at the same time hope. I knew this ac tion to he nrophetic and indicative °f future actions and T wanted to he part of it. fW , . , , . ... r- t0 bp marked with a curious and muffled violence over America, but this action has al ways been in the dark, men and women dying obscurely, poor and poverty marked lives, but now from city to city runs this violence, into 'the open, and colossal happening ■ s'and bare before our eyes, the street churning suddenly upon the pivot of mad violence, whole men suddenly spouting blood and run j ning like living sieves, another ; folding a dangling arm shot square ly off, a tall youngster, running, tripping over his intestines, and ! one block away, in the burning sun, gay women shopping and a window dresser trying to decide 1 whe her to P ut - reen or red Voile on a mannikin. | cann °t be neutral now. No one can be ne utral in the face of bullets, I The nex t day, with sweat break j ou t 011 my b°dy* I walked past i *he three guards at *he door. They i ? md, "Let the women in. We need j women." And I knew it was no .i°ke. In these terrible happenings you II. At first I could not see into the dark building. I felt man v me«; coming and going, cars driving through. I had an awful impulse to go into 'he office which I passed f d offer . to d V°" e special work, saw a sign which said Get your button." I saV they all had but -1 tons with the date and the nun-' heir of the union local. T didn't a button. I wanted t„ be ano ry ™ 0Us - - re ^ eemet ] t0 be a curre . nt * running down the wooden stairs. towards the front of the building, the street, that was massed with people, and back again. 1 followed the current up the old stairs packed closely with hot men T the t " W ".ait 0 <> p r ;oket e cM. thTho" pital ropad »« « « Upstairs men sat bolt upright in chairs asleep, (heir bodies flung in attitudes of peculiar violence of fatigue. A woman nursed her baby, Two young girls slept together on a c°t. dressed in overalls. The voice of the loudspeaker filled the room. The immense heat pressed ; down from the flat ceiling. I stood up against the wall for an hour, No one paid any attention to me. The commissary was in back and theWmep came out sometimes and, sat down, fanning themselves with thdr aprons and i isten in E to tbe| news over the loudspeaker. A huge Ulan seemed hung on a tiny fold ing chair. Occasionally some one tiptoed over and brushed the flies „ff Z face. Kia E reat head fell Xp Twoïie theXok such care of him. They all looked at him tenderly as he slept. T learred later he was a leader on , , , „ , ^ d e than anv of more cops to his name than any, 0 . , , _ , , .. a ThreewincioSvs Hankedthefrorit "J walked oven- to the windows. A ^' f ^eLXy^ CouncU '^ was Unemployed Council, was out * 1 3° aked ^ ^. thlck + cro . wd . sto .^ AA beïow hstcnmg ^ Urn We We could see people . t f th w i n doVs half . Hdden. | 1 kept feeling they would put me I out. No one paid any | The woman said without looking at me, nodding to the palatial house, "It sure is good to see the enemy plain like that." "Yes," I said. I saw that the club was surrounded by a steel picket fence higher than a man. "They know what they put that there fence there for," she said. "Yes," I said. "Well," she said, "I've got to get back to the kitchen. Is it ever hot?" The thermometer said ninety-nine. The swe at ran off us, burning our skin. "The boys'll be coming in," she said, "fon- their noon feed." She ba d a scarred face. "Boy, Svill it be a madhouse?" "Do you need any help?" I asked eagrely. Boy, she said "some of us have been pouring coffee since two o'clock this morning; steady, without noj let-up." She started to gev She .... , t . . . didn ( seem to see me. T watched her go. I felt rebuffed, hurt. Then I saw instautlv she didn't see me I found the kitchen organized like a factory. Nobody asks my name. I am given a large butcher apron. I realize I have never be fore worked anonymously. At first I feel strange and then I feel good. The forewoman sets me to wash - me forewoman sets me to wash mg tin cups. There are not enuf cups. We have to wash fast and rinse them and set them up quickly for buttermilk and coffee as the line thickens and the men wait. A little shortish man who is a pro-; fessional dishwasheir is supervis ing. I felt I won't be able to wash tin cups; but when no one pays any attention except to see that there are enough cups I feel much better. because she saw only what she was doing. I ran after heir. III. The line grows heavy. The men are coming in from the picket line, Each woman has one thing to do. There is no confusion. I soon learn I am not supposed to serve sand-* wiches. I am supposed to wash tin cups. I suddenly look around and realize all these women aire from' factories. I know they have learned this organization specialization in (he factory. T look at the round shoulders of the w °man cutting bread next to and T feel T know her. and me The cuns are brought back, washed and put on the counter again. The sweat pours down our faces, but you for get about it. Then I am changed and put to pouring coffee. At first I look at | the men's faces and then I don't look any more. It seems I am pouring coffee for the same terse, dirty sweating face, the same body, 'he same blue shirt and overalls. Hours go by, the heat is terrific. I am not tired. I am not hot. I am pouring coffee. I am swung into the most intense and natural organization I have ever felt. I know everything (hat is going There things become of great mat ter to me. Eyes looking, hands naising a thousand cups, throats burning, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, the body dilated to catch every sound over the whole ci + y. Butter milk? Coffee? on. "Is your man here?" the woman cutting sandwiches asks me. "No," I say, then I lie for some r'aso". peering around as if look ing earerlv for someone. "T don't : see him now." But I was pouring coffee for i; vl - ng , , (Concluded next week) -- j ! i ! g ' A3 _ ' ; I h la ÄÄfÄ O j ! ! WUVV | jL— . - ~~- i j At the Morro Castle disaster I : wbPn 134 «.-or« «r i 8 j^l S ey coast the alarm was not »iv^n ! untu th 'ee hours ate îhe ïr" tflSÄÄ 2 nd crew g 0t away in i ife boals whiIe En2-A„d w ü„ 6 w "L" d : c„ a „™u t ufets Wh0le th " K ° nt ° 1,16 1 °"^^ the fly „mm* season is ovei we might be able ! to devote more Mme to politics. j And Republican central commit-! i teeman. James H. Scott of Los I j Angeles, attended a reorganization 1 meeting and did not k"~w he had > | gotten into (he wrong pew before , the meeting was alll over with. It; was a Democratic meeting he had ! attended. I And a clerk in the Penny store had to consult the boss before she dare d to give a woman a 9-cent spool of thread on her relief or dfr . And when Texas Republicans and Democrats assembled i n political pow-wow chairman C K McDowel Lid "We've I mad man in ThL White wJ'Tim'Ï T* in ,he WO n ld "' t A o nd a ' y hat WaSn ' " VWy " 1Ce thmg And the question Is not IF a m an should keep anything from his wife but HOW . ! . , 1 A ^ l nd m ° ther of ten children drove her car to ; the relief station here, instead of walking the 19 miles, she was accused of being too extravagant. ^nd if the woHd had come to an end at 10 oclock on the morning ° f Sept ' 10 ' " Mr - Voliva had pre ' dic past mead ows and a few scattered farm houses, till they met ; a dirt back-road which crossed the highway. Again the car switched v °J h ® le ^. tbe ca f had done was to make an almost comnlete circle around a thickly wooded range of tall hills. Now the road led in towards these hills. It went j fairly straight for a while, then j branched off to the right on its winding way. But straight ahead, narr ow road climbed the steep j side of the hill. The car started up boldly, then with gears shifted, 1 it slowly crawled up the rocky path, At a widened bend of the road, driver swung the car way over ^ make a sharp turn. Then along 1 ^ be mountain, the road climbed steadily higher . Q n the right, they ;iasged the Benson place, the houS : burned to the ground. After passin g through a field, the road ended in the backyard of the old Hollenbeck Pia®®* The house, partly hidden by tall maples, was dark. It was unoc j S^cUom ^TcM^ye^SLSh the yard and stopped at a low gate where an overgrown path led still (farther up the mountain, The Banjo Trail What has gone before: One dark summer night, Ted and Davy Sherman are on their way home from Ashing. a group of men. They come upon an auto and The men They listen. Before the car came to a haR, Ted md Davy Jumped off and hkl be watched while of the car. They uv them roughly 1 push along their father aad Don iMIet, who se arms had been tied. „ ^ Davie' Üf 6 ' ZkLAU the mSSîuta —- » •f poor » ' Just what Bowler wanted. P«r deserted bît; IVl(a /pâfr 'Sj n ,V J? TO 5CND AN \ J ) AMERICAN DIRT FAPKed TO SEE ** ^SOMIE T R VJSSJ Av *095 ■ft*? mà r; m I t>° o'i CROUOtfy. area 4 W, o AND y/, help thebBt DROUGHT CAMPAIGN OP THE FARMLB5 NATIONAL COMMITTEE FOR ACTION I « >i To finance an American dirt farmer delegate on a trip of inspection to the Soviet Union, and raise funds to carry out its program of struggle for drought relief, the Fanners National Committee f 0 - Action has issued the above certificate. It will be given to each contributor of 25 cents or more Julius Walstad, vice president of the UFL and South Dakota farm leader, was chosen as the dele gate. The certificate can be secuied from UFL secretaries or directly from the FNCA headquarter 720 Locust Street, Philadelphia, Pa TUDTF IW1AMT AkI A IfllVljli MfSIfll 1 A IN A HFI Cf ATCC U£.LE.UA IEO . n . (on mued piom page 1 ) i . 1 ****** these shall be built by scandalous ^ours^ WhîphT"« 0 ? sued in the f t I business 1 e war ' 01 r y in & business to Jî a L. by profits - . a ^ grantin S b v the Rresi - i * 1 " 1 ? 76 ' 00ü " tlcs „ t0 th * A * * ÄrantTf fh°e° uX the Lg • reirularl mak nf - ™ , I given by troneaa^Johmon, °Ä- ! by falsehood and viol Fraacisco that th admi ni Stration i Î * at th failurP f itlrT ' 1 measu . re haJf-heartP^vnn^n!^^ tUrninff ' to Fascism seeks to petuate tbe soc ; a i ro _j ifin _ c fr wb j ck wa ° «c Armiviîno-i , f u v, opposed^owfrknH FwL£ IZ peciallv to vnuJ/l comes the call to participate in thkj Con « ress initiated ^ iKtSto vear s ag^^newedTt New , , f. lnd . to .. "tfo 0 ,"":. * i 0 Meetings^Held (Lmtv °' Preparations for thp Cone-mi in ov, •j )a 10nS * u the P >ngress m î**™ county bava bee " ext ra »"jSl Jg ZZZ the — hmidreds^of peopîe h r listened to the seeches of ^ '"Ä D "" S ' Abonf 200 /»ixtdan . people have given their signature to show that they are to continue the fight against war and fascism. The meeting at Dagmar on Sept. 13 was a particularly good one with about 2 00 people present Rev . UrLn this time spoke in Danish and for all we were able to judge, his talk wa. even more appreciated than his speeches in bis adopted language. Duus gave his talk in English, and made a aplpeal *o the youn E people to take nar t 1T1 the fight against war. While Mrs. T, ltn p- ev Gained the of the Wo roPT ,. Q A rt i_Wa r Woe and a'ked e n a ' Kea As they followed, both boys were thinking fast. They must get help from their neighbors. But they could not go back over the many miles of roads. The same thought popped in to the heads, and almost at each whispered ecitedly, "The Banjo Trail." "Still got the flashlight, Davy?" Davy felt his pocket. "I forgot all about it, but it's still here." The boys ran quickly over the field that lay behind the house, to the edge of the woods. They found the gate that marked the beginning of the trail. This was an old Indian trail that led right over the moun tain. Ted and Davy knew the path well. But now, without the flashlight they would have been helpless, it so dark. Up the steep path they climbed, so fast that the blood pounded in their heads. Breathless, they came to a stop. Then up and up again—a little more till they reached a clearing. Here the whole valley spread itself at their feet. But the boys did not stop to look around. They ran when the path was easier. Everything depended upon how quickly they could get over the mountain. They could not tell how long it took, an hour, perhaps two. once was j I I th IS &HOWS THE fcoure that Te* AN* »Avy rs \\* «y f |0 4 c £1 ' ' v v -»*' \ C*. ** ri**" - A ru-ion as*™*» » N Some interesting points were raised in the discussion after which the meeting unanimously endorsed „ j , . '° et * , , . , , Rmlifp. m • j j i E fna SwXon " ^ wood * ' 1 The three dele 8 ates . Rev. Lar F n A represent^Si • • tions at Chicago- tbp °fy aniza ' |S-W r of Col^ aud^hfunhed ""s j League. Rev. Larsen, of course «"eh" represCTtati - ° f , the^loXeuX^a^'h 1 reP ° rt ° n ' i public by the Women's Anti-War ! League. The League takes thi? ' opportunity to express appreciation and thank a11 those who *^<3 to 1 make the c . am P ai ^ successful j eit her thru giving their time a nd labor, thru financial contributions o - TAklTD ATT I FT CONTRACT LET FOR SCOOBEY ROAD ° l/UUDCI (Continued from î'ront Page) _ _ __ J an be ex P ected - The members of commission are too interested ? n the welfare of contractors and hlrehn ^ s to both er about the gen eral welfare of the people. A change of at ' itude ca " only be toought about lf we send ! ttf th f Ugutatu ? who bave that they actually f°ught and straggled in the inter esta of the small and impoverished i farmers - Bills ■-•3.0# Lunches for speakers ... 1 « $26.38 Received Expenses •$98.16 26.38 Balance . $71.78 turned over to delegates. ■re ; Exactly the same applies for the office of the county commissioners. These men should be expected to fight relentlessly to see that road j work is done by the respectire counties. But as it happens in Daniels, Sheridan, or any other county, a slap on the back, a few missioners the most obedient ser vants of the State Highway Coin „ $100 « 000 sums ^ m the C0UIlty and not hel P to emich certain con ' factors, let us vote in this com ing election for state representa tives and county commissioners wbo w ih work towards such ends, 1®" us vote f° r tbe candidates of the Communist Party! cigars etc. make these county coro mission and the big contractors. If 'we are interested to have j y oui* Sulisrriolion Now along the path brought him face to face with the approaching farm ers. Dumbfounded he stood there, staring at them. Sam Rogers wasted no words. A swift punch from his hard ft™ knocked the thug to the ground. As he staggered up, another farmer dragged him along. Sam and Jake Snyder were the first to enter the open door, their levelled. But besides the two was in the guns prisoners only one man room. "Where are the Snyder angrily. "They're gone away. How dM yo get here?" Joyfully Ted and Davy rushed to their father, who lay in the corne with Don Elliot. Blood streamec from cuts on their faces. ■ . Fowler and Evans had let their fury before they left. • It was easy enough to tie up drunken thugs, who offered no sistance when they saw that were outnumbered. ^ As they were being trussed UP of the thugs muttered, "The dirJY right to leave us here rest?" ***1 rats had no on guard alone." "Next time." said Sam "you'll know better than go — » around with such rotten bu> : "We'll leave you here Fowler for us," said Snyder, he's lucky he ain't tied up h - He'd better watch his step^ œ get what's coming to him. Then they all left the house, ing the exchange of Pri 30 "®"'.. they rode home, there were , words of praise for the quick ■ the boys had taken. TeC i It was nearly morning wn jt and Davy finally got to bed ^ only then that th«T Rogers. m was bered— "Say Davy, we le* ^ poles tonight." ^ "Yes. and our ft» w®> in a sleepy voice. * • w PUZZLE CORN** to laet trtek'» Answer Pioneer. üJS mw * 55 » New