wind that blew over France shook the rags of the
scarecrows in vain, for the birds, fine of song and feather took no
warning." Then the storm broke and the pent-up furies were unleashed;
the day of reckoning had come at last and the crimes of the centuries,
inflicted without mercy upon the long-suffering people, were wiped out
in the hearts' blood of their aristocratic and profligate oppressors and
despoilers.

The bloody revolution of a century and a quarter ago in France fills
uncounted pages in the world's history, but its terrible warning to the
lords of misrule and despoilers of the people has been in vain. Today as
ever the greed and avarice of the ruling class blind them to their
impending fate and drive them to their inevitable doom.

In the state of Colorado in "our own free America" the conditions that
make for savage and bloody revolution are ripening with incredible
rapidity and the lurid handwriting of fate is already upon the wall, but
the Rockefellers and their capitalist cohorts, stricken blind as the
penalty of their insatiate greed, are unable to see it.

That the monstrous crime of Ludlow, the fiendish destruction of the
tented village, the wanton killing of the homeless, hunted, hopeless
victims--half-clad, famishing, terror-stricken and
defenseless--bludgeoned, bullied, shot down like dogs, and their wives
and suckling babes roasted in pits before their eyes--that this
appalling massacre, without a parallel in history, did not infuriate the
suffering and persecuted victims of capitalism's worse than satanic
ferocity, fire their blood with the tiger-thirst for revenge, and drench
the despotic and shameless state with blood is one of the miracles of
patience and submissiveness of the exploited, downtrodden, suffering
masses.

The tragic story of Ludlow, the hideous nightmare of the infernal
regions of the Rocky(feller) Mountains--written in the violated wombs of
shrieking mothers and the spattered life-drops of their murdered
babes--has yet to be traced on history's ineffaceable pages. The blood
of the twenty-three innocents who perished there will be the holy fount
of the writer's inspiration whose fire-tipped pen will give to the world
this tragic and thrilling epic of the embattled miners in the mountain
ramparts of Rockefellerado.

In the story of Ludlow, Louis Tikas, the intrepid leader, the loyal
comrade, the noble-hearted Greek who fell the victim of gunmen-brutes
in military uniform whil