At midnight on the 4th August 1914 the war to end all wars began.
Below is an article titled Members in the Great War, which first
appeared in the Socialist Standard of September 1964.
WHEN conscription came into operation during the 1914-1918 war,
members knew that they stood no chance of being exempted from
military service on conscientious grounds. Nevertheless, some went
before the tribunals whilst others went on their travels. Adolph Kohn
went to America and landed into trouble there when America came into
the war. He took part in the formation of our companion party over
there and continued to send articles to the Socialist Standard. One
of his articles was opened by the, American authorities and they
tried to trace him.
As soon as he discovered they were looking for him, though he did
not know why, he adopted various expedients to keep under cover. One
of these was taking a job as a civilian auditor in a military camp.
However, he succeeded in remaining free until the end of the war. At
the behest of the American authorities the police over here made
enquiries. In the course of their enquiries they interviewed
Fitzgerald, whom they kept in prison for a night. On him they found
an address book containing the name of Kohn's sister, Hilda. They
also interviewed her without success. They did not even find out that
she was a. member of the Party, although she was the General
Secretary at that time, and also at the time when Head Office was
raided by the police. Harry Russ had decided to sleep out in the open
and keep away from towns. He moved about the country, wet and dry,
and after some months reached the neighbourhood of Sheffield. He saw
some placards advertising a meeting to be addressed by Ramsay
MacDonald. Craving for company he resolved to risk attending just
this one meeting. He did so. The meeting was raided and he was
arrested, along with others, as an absentee from military service. He
refused to be conscripted on the ground that, as a Socialist, he was
opposed to the war. He was stripped of his clothes and presented
'with a uniform but refused to put it on.
Various manoeuvres were
tried to get him to sign his name, but he refused to sign anything,
He was then transferred to Parkhurst prison on the Isle of Wight.
Whilst he was there, one of the buildings was occupied by soldiers
who were going back to the front after their leave. One evening a
warder who was taking him across the compound pushed him in with the
remark, "here you are boys, here's a bloody conchie." He
was knocked about and was so furious when he got out that he
determined to complain to the warden. He crossed to the gate, which
was open, went into the road and, finding it deserted, suddenly
decided to walk off. He had the name of a sympathiser on the island
who hid him and then provided him with money to get across to
Portsmouth and then to London. On the platform at Portsmouth late
that night he heard someone calling him. He turned round and found
it was an army officer. He thought "this is it," but all
the officer wanted to know was if the train in the station was bound
for London!
When Russ arrived in London he lodged with other members,
also "on the run," who pretended to be employed on jobs
essential to the war. He succeeded in remaining free until the war
ended. E. Hardy ("H" of the Socialist Standard) was working
as a farm pupil when he was called up. He was offered exemption on
the ground that he was engaged in the essential service of farming.
He refused to accept this 'on the ground that it would have meant
some other worker being called up. He went before the tribunal and
was turned down, as he expected.
After some months in an army
guardroom and a court martial he was put in Wormwood Scrubbs prison,
where he remained for six months.Whilst in there he learnt from' the
"old lags" the mystery of dealing with the burden of the
bugs that came out and attacked him when he lay down on his plank
bed. The method was to use his soap to fill in as many cracks in the
planks as he could find. Incidentally he was glad that he had learnt
poetry as he was able to while away solitary hours by repeating
poetry to himself. In the Scrubbs there were other S.P G.B'ers. and
lively discussion went on under the tolerant eye of a sympathetic
warder. At one time in an army guardroom there were two other
S.P.G.B.'ers., and one of them named Brooks, organised a class on
Marxian economics among the military prisoners, more than a dozen who
listened attentively. It went on for many nights until it came to the
notice of the authorities and they separated Brooks, Hardy and the
other member from the rest of the prisoners, Eventually Hardy was
transferred to a Conscientious Objectors party working on
construction in Wales. The first night in camp he climbed into the
top hammock. There was an argument going on between two of the
inmates. He intervened. Immediately a head popped out below him and a
voice exploded "Well, gorblimey, we got rid of old Banks this
morning and now we have another S.P.G.B'er." It appeared that
Jimmy Banks had also been transferred there before Hardy and used to
hold forth on the Party's position.
One morning, while Hardy was
there, the foreman on the job complained about the appearance of one
of the C.O.'s who used to turn up for work in a pair of dirty old
trousers, supported by a string, a pair of old boots, a ragged shirt
with no collar, and a dilapidated coat. The foreman appealed to the
chap to dress a bit better. The next morning this man turned up in a
clean shirt, collar and tie, a nice coat, hat and walking stick, but
he still wore the trousers tied up with string and the dilapidated
boots. Mick Cullen was a member of Birmingham Branch. When he was
turned down by the tribunal he got half a column write-up in the
Daily Mail 'headed "A class fighter, not a conscientious
objector.' Cullen was handed over to the military who put him in a
house with other prisoners for the night." He climbed through
the window, caught a train to Holyhead and then the night boat to
Dublin. At that time Irishmen who were prepared to work in England
during the war, to make up for the shortage of manpower, were
provided with a green ticket exempting them from military service.
The morning Cullen arrived in Dublin he applied for a green ticket,
received it and took the boat back to England the same night. As he
did not care to risk going back near Birmingham he took a train up
the North East Coast. After he had travelled same way up the coast a
man who was sitting opposite him in the compartment suddenly leaned
forward and demanded to see his exemption papers. Cullen asked him
what the hell he was talking about and who the hell he was, anyway,
Then the man produced his warrant card showing that he was a police
inspector. Cullen then went into action. "Oho," said he,
exploding with wrath, " You're just the man I want to meet. I
was told in Dublin that there were plenty of jobs over here but I
have been traipsing around unable to get one.' And so he went on,
going for the inspector in a fury. At last the exasperated inspector
assured Cullen that he had been just unlucky; that there were plenty
of jobs. He gave Cullen his card with the address of a factory in
Newcastle and told him to present the card and he would be assured of
a job.
At the next station the inspector hurriedly got out, obviously
glad to escape the ravings of Cullen. However, finally the
authorities caught up with Cullen again and he had to make his way
back to Ireland and remain there for the rest of the war. There was a
group of members imprisoned in Dartmoor and others in Scotland in
C.O. camps where they distributed Party literature, The present
writer also went to Ireland. I packed a kit-bag with so many books
that I had no room for my clothes. On that account I had to cyce from
Cork around the South and East coast to Belfast wearing two suits, a
heavy overcoat, and a heavy kit-bag fastened to my back. I crossed
over with a member who was a music hall juggler and was appearing for
a week in Cork. I was supposed to be his assistant and he got me
through. In Belfast, being somewhat unsophisticated, I tried to sell
art postcards in the streets. I had to give up deciding, by results,
that the Irish were not an art-loving nation. I then got a job with a
dentist as a canvasser but later the dentist took me in to teach me
dentistry. Finally he arranged for me to "walk the hospitals"
so that I could qualify. Fearing this would reveal the fact that I
was technically a deserter from the army, I told him I was not fitted
for the profession and gave up the job. This was not much of a
financial loss because, in order to get the job, I had pretended I
had private means and the doctor had ordered me to take an open air
job on account of my health. In fact I was half starved I then
followed a number of occupations, including selling cattIe, horse and
sheep medicine, dock labouring, working in a saw mill and driving a
Foden steam wagon. Part of the time a friendly tailor let me sleep in
his shop on the sewing board.
Finally I got a job cutting timber in
the mountains for a lumber company. This lasted me until the war
ended, when I returned to London. These are just a few rambling notes
about what happened to a few members of the Party during the
1914-1918 war. Many other members could tell similar stories. Some
went to different parts of the world and either remained there or
only returned after the passage of a long time. As a result it was a
sadly battered and reduced Party that gathered together after the war
to continue the struggle.
GILMAC.