Abstract

"Friendship!"-Slogan of Vienna

For three days, the Workers' Olympic Games had been filling the New York Stadium, twenty-two nationalities participating. And then Saturday night the torchlight parade of young people marching by the thousand from the Stadium along Fifth Avenue, all of them from the working class, the proletariat. Royalty has paraded in Vienna-also in New York. There have been files of marching soldiers, uniformed, in perfect step, files of marching police, bands, horses, coaches of state. Perhaps, in New York, there was a hero in the parade who had done some deed to catch the public fancy for the movement. The crowds along the way cheered; royalty or hero waved. After four and a half hours there was still the call over and over again, from marchers of twenty-two nationalities to marchers of twenty-two nationalities-"Freundschaft!" "Freundschaft!" "Freundschaft!"