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TUESDAY, SEPT. 22, 1936.
A WORLD RULERS' CONFERENCE?
It is often said, and probably with truth, that the peoples of the world do not want war-
more that they desire nothing than to live in peace and con cord. The danger of war, it is urged, arises from the ambitions or states- of militaristic rulers men who are prepared to follow policies which in the long rum must lead to conflict. A further
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Misunder- national grievances. standings can also produce the war atmosphere. Efforts have been made by worki conferences to lay the foundations of a last- ing peace, but hitherto these have largely failed of their purpose. Believing that there would be greater hopes of success if the i
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the veteran Labourite, has been urging that there should be n conference of Kings and Dicta- tors, including such diverse per- sunalities as Hitler and Stalin, as a step towards the realisation of universal peace. The iden is not a new one; it has 'actually been raised in Parliament. It rests on A belief that if the worki's rulers foregathered round the conference table, not formal Government delegates, but as human beings, then the atmosphere of back-to-barbarism, ' which now threatens humanity, might be lifted. The advocates of the plan do not claim that pence would come instantly, or that unrest would automatically disappear, but, in the words of Mr. Lansbury, "meeting as men, these leaders would see that the the nations of the world, by present trend of events, were heading for perdition" and he does not believe that they would knowingly or deliberately con- Linue on that path. There can be little doubt that the psycho- logical effects of such a ference would be great, for per- sonal contact often removes misunderstandings which would heart-to- otherwise persist. A heart talk by the world's rulera might therefore lay the founda- tions for improved relations be- tween countries which are at present suspicious one of another. The one fact plain about the international situation at present is that whilst all nations deny any warlike intentions; all arming because of fear of others. That point was recently stressed by a noted British visitor to Germany, who stated that he was convinced that the Germans do not desire war, but are de- termined to be abundantly ready for it. The same may Not be said of most nations. all the world's rulers would be able, at the conference table, to commit their Governments to definite lines of action; but if
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changed views, the out- como could scarcely be otherwise than beneficial.
"The wonderful people of Antiİion insisted on being our hosts.”
IN THE
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HE militia army of Catalonia 19 poorly armed, but highly motor- iscd. Barcelona WAS the town with perhaps the highest percentage of motor cars, especially luxury cars, since there is no national motor industry and therefore no Cus- toms duty.
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Some cars have not even police numbers, since they were mandeered straight from the docks or sales dépôts. I should not say, that when the war is over they will all be returned to their owners in perfect condition. Many lie wrecked in ditches, or even at the bottom of ravines in the Sierras.
I felt much safer in the fring Une than when the Rolls-Royce which the Central Committee of the Militia had put at the disposal of foreign Journalists was taking the zigzags of the Sierras at break- neck speed.
Fortunately, the roads are, ex- cellent. They are the only pleas ing inheritance left by the military dictatorship of Primo de Rivera, When for ten, afteen or oven twenty-five miles on the sun- burned tableland of Aragon you sce neither village nor tree, you meet from time to time at least one house occupied by road- menders.
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They are now used as military headquarters or barracks of the advanced posts. A captain of the regular army and his men received us in such a house on the road Barbastro-Huesca, near Bletamo. Two hundred yards farther on be- gan. No Man's Land. They were all quite cheerful and enthusiastic about the Republic.
I have traveled a good deal in Europe but, except in the Balkans, never have I seen auch poverty as
Valentin Aguirre ("most faz- cinating type of anarchist ") and
wife.
in the villages of Aragon. And yet never such hospitality.
When we arrived tired and hungry in the burning midday sun nt Antilion, n Jonely hamlet south of Bletamo, we were received by the local committee of the militia. Villagers armed with old hunting. rides controlled the roads and examined our documents. Hoaring That we had had no food since the
A dus in which 43 militiamen were ambushed, ten being killed.
FIRING LINE
On The Aragon
FRONT
by Victor Schiff
A London War Correspondent in Spain.
CQM-
Silvio Sanchez, sector
mander, and companions.
early morning, they insisted on "being" our "hosts"
Their leader, the village black- smith and mechanic, led us into his workshop, which was a cavern dug in the rocky hillside, but fairly well equipped with clectrically driven machinery. Within a few minutes we wore given bread, roast mutton-chops and wine. It was absolutely impossible to get them to accept payment. They re- fused it almost indignantly.
"Please take the money at least for the victims' fund."
"I am sorry," was the answer, "but our local committeo is not We qualified for relief work. shall feel fully rewarded if you tell the people in your own country how you were received here."
I am now keeping my promise.
Before we left, they said to our
"We Catalonian bodyguard: in Aragon were always told that you Catalonians were our enemies. You have now proved the contrary by coming with arms to Überate us from the Fascists. And when the war is over, please come again with teachers and books to Uber- ate us also from Ignorance."
Are not such people wonderful? The poorer they are, the nobler they are.
The air base of the Loyalists for the Aragon front is at Barinena. It
absolutely improvised. W15
Defence Ung on the most advanced part of the Sarapossa front.
Within twenty-four hours the base of Lerida was moved about 50 miles westwards, in accordance with the advance by the troops.
The whole staff lives in tents on a flat, windy hilltop 1,800 feet high. From whence one can see far away in the North, the whole chain of the Pyrenees, with its snow- covered peaks and glaciers.
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The base is under the command n simple lance-corporal of artillery, but the air force affcers and pilots depend for their tech- nical and military tasks on the popular chief of the Cataloniaii air force, Colonel Sandino.
It is from Sarinena that the machines start out to bomb the rebel barracks in Saragossa and Huesca.
In Bajaraloz, the main base of the front sector held by the Anarchists, I was shown a lorry just captured from the rebels, with several huge barrels of patrol. met there the most fascinating type of Anarchist one can imagine. The man, Valentin Aguirre, 38 years old, was " grim-looking Basque, who had lived for the tast year in Manila (Philippines), where he had succeeded in getting a good Job, sufficient to marry his sweet- heart who had remained in Barcelona.
He had just returned, married her, and booked the passages on a steamer due to leave on July 20 for Shanghal. On the 19th the rebel- Ilon broke out. Both immediately joined the F.A.I. Militia, and went to the front.
The wife, Luisa Marqués, a dark- haired Spanish beauty, went with him, and learned at the front how to handle her ride, And she de- monstrated to me that she had learned it well. Bhe was slightly injured on the first day by a shrapnel splinter which scratched her ankle. Bhe abowed me the fresh scar, but was anxiously wait- ing to go back to the front, since she had meanwhile Improved as a marksman.
From Bujaratoz went to the
most advanced spot of the Sara- Kosa front-Pina, on the Ebro River. Silvio Sanchez, the com- mander of the sector, is Anarchist, who has spent four. years in prison for subversive pro-
an
paganda, including nearly one your In Bordeaux.
His companion was a no less curious type. She was born in Montpellier, Southern France, the daughter of a former Spanish officer sacked under the Monarchy as a suspect of republicanism.
While we were walking along the front luo and being shown the defence line and a dressing station in a spinney we suddenly heard a
shot behind us.
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It was the girl, who had fired in the alc, just for fun and perhaps to provoke shooting from the other side. She laughed childishly at her joke, but Silvio Sanchez sternly reprimanded her for giving such r poor impression of the F.A.I. spirit to foreign gucats,
Then Silvio Banchez took us into No Man's Land, Just up to the edge of the Ebro. As if they wanted to provoke the enemy, a militia man lay down and fred.
What impressed me most at Pina was a group of Aragon workers and peasants who had been hiding for 22 days and nights in the moun- tains and villages, marching through the lines of the Fascists until they succeeded in joining the militia at Pina to fight the rebels.
A few hundred yarda 'from the villago was a bus pierced by rifle and machine-gun bullets. Rivera of blood had flowed from the
Buenaventura Durruti, "demi- god of the Barcelona coniin- gent," and his deputy.
inside. We happened.
word told what
During a first attempt to occupy Pina, which seemed quiet and free from rebel forces, forty-three millia in a bus were caught in an ambush; ten were killed on the spot and twenty-soven injured. All these were found dead the next day when Pins was finally con- quered.
On my way back, I met Buena- ventura Durruti, the demi-god of the Barcelona contingent, who had just returned to his headquarters from an inspection of his sector with his deputy Ruan.
"Well," he said, "wo cloared Catalonia Arat, and now here wo are already in Aragon. We shall Lake Saragossa and then we shall Во од
stalton in a 'splante behind the Loyalists' ties.