The Western Comrade, v. 2, no. 6/7 - Marxist History.org
The Western Comrade, v. 2, no. 6/7 - Marxist History.org
The Western Comrade, v. 2, no. 6/7 - Marxist History.org
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Western</strong> <strong>Comrade</strong> 23<br />
Your Class Must Win!<br />
YOU<br />
By Allan L. Benson<br />
can<strong>no</strong>t win unless your class wins—the working<br />
class. You can<strong>no</strong>t win unless you get together and<br />
stick together. <strong>The</strong> Socialist platform is the only<br />
place in America in which you can get together without<br />
finding grafters and bunco men sandwiched in among you.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Socialist Party is a working man's and a working woman's party. Graft-<br />
ers have <strong>no</strong> use for it. Bunco men steer clear of it. Its platform does <strong>no</strong>t contain<br />
a splinter of comfort for any of them. It is on the level and on the square. It<br />
will <strong>no</strong>t break down and it will <strong>no</strong>t blow up.<br />
If we had a Socialist Congress today, this country would enter upon such an<br />
era of prosperity as the world never saw. As a matter of fact, the world has<br />
never seen much prosperity, except for a few. <strong>The</strong> rest of the people are always<br />
close to the hunger line.<br />
would have been assured for 100 years, probably for-<br />
ever.<br />
But the Kaiser and his government are only the<br />
executive committee of the ruling class, the capital-<br />
ists, and such a dream of peace and progress was <strong>no</strong>t to<br />
be realized. Russia has <strong>no</strong>t won a great war in 100<br />
years. She was the first white nation to be ig<strong>no</strong>mini-<br />
ously defeated by a handful of the yellow race—lit-<br />
tle Japan. She has just passed through a violent in-<br />
ternal revolution whose fires are merely smouldering<br />
ready to burst out again into a conflagration. It behooved<br />
the Czar to precipitate a foreign war to avert<br />
an upheaval at home, and he seized the opportunity<br />
to back Servia, when menaced by Austria and declared<br />
war. It fitted well the plans of the Kaiser to engage<br />
the forces of reform in the slaughter of their brothers<br />
in France and the war is on-<br />
Let us hope that out of this horrible carnage will<br />
emerge a Europe without a King, a Czar or a "War<br />
Lord or a Mailed Fist ; that every vestige of autocracy<br />
and militarism will disappear and every scion of kingly<br />
rule be driven into exile; that every SAvord shall be<br />
turned into a plowshare and every spear into a pruning<br />
hook<br />
That the war drums shall throb <strong>no</strong> more and the battle-<br />
flags be furled,<br />
In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the World.<br />
SEPTEMBER MIDNIGHT<br />
LYRIC<br />
By SARAH TEASDALE-<br />
night of the lingering Indian Summer,<br />
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of<br />
singing,<br />
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects.<br />
Ceaseless, insistent.<br />
<strong>The</strong> grasshopper's horn, and far off, high in the maples,.<br />
<strong>The</strong> wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence<br />
Under a moon waning and worn, broken.<br />
Tired with summer.<br />
Let me remember you, voices of little insects,<br />
"Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with<br />
asters.<br />
Let me remember, soon will the winter be on us,<br />
S<strong>no</strong>w hushed and heavy.<br />
Over my soul murmur your mute benediction,<br />
"While I gaze. Oh fields that rest after harvest,<br />
As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to.<br />
Lest they f<strong>org</strong>et them.