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Published Friday of each week at Plentywood, Montana, by
i The Peoples Publishing Company, Inc.
Entered .-as Second Class Matter. October 18, 1918, at the
Post Offitfce at Plentywood, Montana. Under the Act of March
9. 1879. ■
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.
HANS RASMUSSEN, Business Manager
Thursday, September 27, 1934
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
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.
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 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 *
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."
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.
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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
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
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.
, . , , . ...
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
In these terrible happenings you
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
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^ 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
| 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
because she saw only what she
was doing. I ran after heir.
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.
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?
"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 !
! g ' A3 _ ' ;
I h la ÄÄfÄ O
j ! !
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 !
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<ed ' we wouldn 't hav « to buy
an * c 1 0al v thls ^ inter -
And when Chas. Lindberg punc
^ 3 Hre °" 3 cactus is
At L _ ^ . . . i
( And a r DOSt f n a .™staurant
reader "Mary had a little lamb—
will v.ou have ?" 1

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Conducted by Mary Morrow Chil
dren's editor. The Daily Worker, 50
East 13th St.. New York City.
1 fatherj a militant farmer . 1 Sherman wafks
down the road with his friend. They are
; unseen^in^th^darkness ! 11 Tetf and mvy
Jump on^ the back and hold fast to the
| ^MileTof the tree-lined road whiz
zed by> 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
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
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•f poor
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Just what Bowler
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help thebBt
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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
IfllVljli MfSIfll 1 A IN A
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(on mued piom page 1 ) i
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****** 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 -
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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
"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.
fcoure that
Te* AN*
f |0
' ' v v <r s
A <*> -»*' \
C*. ** ri**" -
A ru-ion
as*™*» »
Some interesting points were
raised in the discussion after which
the meeting unanimously endorsed
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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 '
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<r donations of halls and churches.
Financial Report
Received thru collections at
me ebngs:
Da ff™ a r ..-.$11 20
Homestead . .ZU
p p - pn . o oo
PlertywoodZZk'7 . 5 53
Outlook '...
an the women to participate in this
... 2.71
— 1.40
... 2.17
... 3.36
Thru collection lists, circulated by
Chris Heiberg, Dagmar
Gonius La*rsen, Dagmar . 2.50
N. C. Christenson, Reserve.... 10.00
Christine Beigh, P'wood
Anna Herron, P'wood, .. 10.05
Attor Grantham, Raymond. .. 5.00
Elna Swanson, P'wood .. 4.75
C. and A. Hovdey, Raymond 1.00
Andrew Espen, Comertown. .. 4.75
Fo*r hall rent at:
Dagmar $ 3.00
Outlook 2 00
Antelope *ZZZZ.'ZZ!!ZZ7 '"i!b 0
Plen f y l wood (share)
Raymond ....
Redstone ....
Westby .
Comrrtown ...
Gas and Oil
Then just as steep as its ascent, the
u-ail plunged down. It wound itself
down the mountain side and finally
emerged from the woods not far
from a dirt road.
"We'll go over to Sam Rogers'
first," said Ted, as he ducked
through a barbed-wire fance.
They dashed along the road with
one last spurt of energy. Sam
Rogers was awakened. In less than
no time Ted and Davy were in the
truck with Rogers and speeding
along. They aroused several farmers.
Davy and Ted led the race back
over the roads they had taken
unepectedly the first time. About six
or seven farmers got out of the cars
in the Hollenbeck yard and climbed
the hill to Zac's.
Meanwhile up at the house, the
men were passing the dark hours in
drinking. The jug of liquor made
them feel braver. Suddenly one of
them said:
'1 hear something. It sounds like
a car."
"Aw, you're drunk! Nobody lives
up this road.".
"Maybe it's down in the valley.
Sounds travel far. But just the
same . .." and he walked dizzily out
into the quiet night. A few yards
As soon as the delegates return
more meetings will be held to
a 11 ,u 10
P ° rt ° n 6 Chlcag ° Congress ^
to continue the work * o defeat war
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(Continued from î'ront Page)
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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 -
Lunches for speakers ...
1 «
Balance . $71.78
turned over to delegates.
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
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
prisoners only one man
"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
"Say Davy, we le* ^
poles tonight." ^
"Yes. and our ft» w®>
in a sleepy voice.
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to laet trtek'»
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