"Love on the Dole"
By M. B.
the financial and economic es of our world were solved he plenty which nature and able to provide flowed in its e into every home there would sin and sadness and deepain nancial and economic troubles Todd increased a thousandfold still be possible for every per ve his soul and attain spiritual S in this world. But these two eying been granted, it still retie that modern society under 'ionditions makes the practice Christian virtues so difficult intil those eondiLions are We cannot be surprised if the ffected by them fail to live up emends of Christian morality ch so that instead of presurnaame them we must examine consciences to make quite sure ourselves are not to blame, by nnission at least, for allowing celitions to remain.
ample, in France at the prethe Jociste, or young Catholic are organising a nation-wide to rouse the French conto appreciate the real horrors .ployment. In particular they ving attention to the special unemployment as it affects nen and women who wish to Tied and found a borne; in Tords they are fighting the of love on the dole. Have we ything about it? In future, rate, those who have been id—we use the word advisedly the play. Love on the Dole, fling at the Garrick, can have se for saying that they had 'Might of it. Yet is it not in itself shameful that the truth about this tragedy should come home to one while sitting in the stalls of a WestEnd theatre? And is there no lesson in the fact that, despite the lung and laudatory 'notices about the play in the whole of the London press, the expensive seats were far from full whil'e the cheaper seats were crOwiled? Hanky park, a Lancashire mill town, is black .and grim, a place 'vvbere "men are. as good as dead the day they're born," where men "get to think that beauty's something forbidden." at is a town Where, year in and year oat, is waged the fight "against poverty and the pawnshop, dirt and drink,'.' the fight againSt disease of body and. disease of spirit, against the desperate plunge that means silicate of the body or, too often, suicide of the soul.
: The Apprentice Racket
Bet somehow hope remains alive. A hundred more men are put out of work weekly, but still ''trade will turn the
corner:. It is turning the 'corner—
the paper' says so. In the poem but
respectable horny of the Harduestles there is still hope. The boy bas,been put on to a machine and machines are romance for a youth. He does not know that he is on• the machine, because the machine almost works itself, and a boy's wages save the employers money. He is in the apprentice racket. The pretty, courageous girl, Sally, is also full of life and love—albeit not deceived about realities—in love with Larry Meath, the poet, the idealist, the labour leader, fighting to save some of the inhabitants of Hanky Park from the living death around them: "There's more in life than just living." The father and mother are half stunned by
(Ottettiaued ote ant column.) their life of dull hard work their
eir terror of the day when that work which stuns their spirit ceases to provide maintenance for their bodies.
Life and Hope
The day comes; one after another they lose their jobs. A lucky gamble —twenty-two pounds!—means deliverance, freedom, heaven—for a few days! A day on the moors is life and hope for Larry and his Sally. But already the final blow hue fallen. Larry, on the eve of his marriage with Sally, has got the :nick. On the topmost crag of the moors, with the sun shining in her face and the wind blowing through her hair, Sally learns the truth; no future, just struggle, struggle, struggle in the unemployed home. The wind grows colder, the sun sets, she shivers; this is love on the dole.
From one misery to another: the
pawnshop, while it lasts, for the respectable; gin for those who cannot continue the fight. An unemployment
demonstration takes place. Larry, sick to death with consumption, tries ai m n the de
to restrain from throwing themselves against a brick in shape mounted police the sha
wall of with truncheons. He is knocked down by one of them. As the terrified family wait in the Hardcastle home, a policeman knocks at the door. Sally is wanted. Her man is dead.
• • A Mockery .
She had struggled for life and happi
ness. She had learned to do without the things that make life human. She had even revolted against the "madhess," as she was driven to call it, of women who cannot do without luxury --for it Is a luxury in Hanky Park-of love and marriage. The struggle is over. Someone round the corner has cut his throat and thrown himself from the window. Sally throws her soul out of Hanky Park and oUt of tile Hardcastle home with its attempt to maintain respectability on the dole; she Ihroves it into the hands of a rich bookie—and, later, she comes borne to pay a vialt, dressed in fine clothes with a taxi at the door, in order to. give her father and her brother—work! "God, give me work! God, give me work!" the father had been .praying. His whore daughter brought the sweat by which God himself Ordained that man should live. Thus was God's world turned inside out and made a mockery. "Lead us net into temptation" is part of the Lord's prayer. When the very eonditions of life are one long lead into temptation, the very least we can do is to leave God to judge of the yielding to temptation. Meanwhile our own task is clear. It seems unreal to speak of the actors after this, and discourteous to them, for Walter Greenwood'splay and patent us forget the tent sincerity of their perform ance et Miss Wendy
Hiller, Miss Cathleen Nesbitt, Messrs Ballard Berkely, Julien ailitchell and he others, and only remember Sally Hardcastle, Mrs Hardcastle, Larry /Meath and Mr Hardeastle. their life of dull hard work their