"Weekly Bulletin of the Bureau of Information on Soviet
Russia." Nuorteva denied that these large sheets, which are about the
same size as the propaganda sheets issued in the first months of the war
by the German Information Service, constitute propaganda. Like the
German Information Service sheets, each contains from six to ten
articles. All paint conditions in Russia under Trotzky and Lenine as
steadily improving and show those men and their aids as gentle,
kind-hearted individuals whose only sin is the betterment of mankind.

Among labor unions Bolshevism has made great headway. The New Labor
Party of Illinois in 1919 not only supported Soviet Russia but favored
the Soviet system in our own country. Sensible workingmen in the
American Federation of Labor and conservative members of the new Labor
Party had good reason for being alarmed and for suspecting that American
propagators of Bolshevism received Russian gold from some one, possibly
from Martens.

The Socialist papers of the United States approve of Bolshevism,
Spartacism and Communism, and would gladly welcome it to our country.
"The Call," New York, March 31, 1919, on its editorial page says: "The
red in the East is the dawning of a new day." On April 1, 1919, the same
paper contained a long article on the first page, entitled, "Forces of
Darkness Open Their Campaign to End Bolshevism." On April 11, 1919, in
an editorial on the impending capture of Odessa by the Bolsheviki, it
says:

"The evacuation of the Black Sea port of Odessa by foreign troops
that have been holding it for many months is news of great
significance....

"Like the German forces hurled against Soviet Russia by the mailed
fist of the Kaiser, the French, Greek and Rumanian soldiers go out
in a different mind and temper than they had going in. Wherever
they go, they will spread the ideas of human liberty and
co-operative development that they were sent to crush."

On April 13, 1919, "The Call" printed a poem on the assassinated
Spartacan leader, Karl Liebknecht:

"Liebknecht

"Liebknecht, your lonely, bitter course is run!
While we, with cautious feet, pursue the goal--
'Tis not in pity's name that we make moan--
Nay! 'tis in envy of your martyrdom!
The mirror of your flaming soul
Has caught our poverty and gloom,
In that fierce light our virtues shown
Petty, distorted, wan!
Then, hail! O mar