There's been a most delightful strike in New York lately, as you may have been reading. All the elevator men walked out, and the apartment-dwellers and office-users had to walk up and down, even is some cases unto the sixtieth story.

Better still, thousands of scabs jumped at the chance to take the empty jobs, and, owing to the moronic simplicity of driving new-fangled bell and button machines, tenants, even the Park Avenue Parasites, and the Wall Street Nepotes, quickly learned how to run their own elevators. So the strikers thought they had to resort to violence, breaking windows, bashing skulls, even battling the officers of the law.

Here was a test of strength, a sign of returning vigour in the American masses, so the reactionaries, quick to quench spiritual fires wherever beginning to blaze, set to work. Mayor LaGuardia, already having flown his true colors as a traitor to the masses in the purge of Marcantonio, issued a few proclamations regarding Public Health, and tried to arrange parleys for peace, where naturally intelligence has an unfair advantage. All to delude the elevator boys to return to their Hell of button-pushing and servility.

"It is high time" (to quote Mr. Walter Lippmann) that all this high-faluting hypocrisy be exposed. Public Health my claw! Let me quote and read between a headline from the Boston Traveler: "EMERGENCY DECLARED AS STRIKE NEARS WALL STREET." But not until then, you may be sure, for what is public health in America but the health of Wall Street, what prosperity but more opportunities for Them to rob the windows and orphans of elevator boys?