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‘ t 1 . " Lard Bey ee ae ee Ss tones g ee eee ee .. self-confidence, he fooled the Howse Crs ‘tttee. He wore hia perjury he a as =. on his chest, proof positive that he wes, indeed, © goed and loyal Communist, deserving of the highes! considerotion. Brecht'’s postwar career in Commun: ist Germany ic ane of the.great suc- cass stoties te which the feds point with pride. He is feted and innumerable honors sre showered on him. He is Iso @ rick man by focal standards, ning @ fot from the royalties on his hit plays. Rut the poper Merks of Red Ger- Mony can’t compare with American greenbocks. The real money can be ade oniy in ihe United States. And, His pley, the “Three = iny_ fo,” is on off-Bracdway smurn, playing te capacity audiences: in @ Greenwich Villege theater. Albums and single re- cordings of the pley are selling Uke hotcakes. And now come: the top bononzg :— the freak success of the plays theme tune which, with millions of Americans singing it, does little to woges! that their enthvsiosm benefits ane of the enemies of the United States. Those millions whe help “Mack the Knite” ch une@xpecied success should remember Bert Brecht, the man smirking behind the hit tune. And they should bear ian mind that the knife in thet song is really a dagger with which Brecht is sobbing them in the back. feel superior or something if he feels Rhe going o. he has @ second girl con tokes her with him. But aft doesn’t do anything with hy ig finished of eleven o'claci goes home fo bed. Has to ge! so he'lt be on the ball with watching next dey. Both gir — AG more, ne less. He & presents for them; but he a them any mere money. bor motter of principle. ™ Thera ota otwoys pleaty around whe went « girl til work for them, guys fhe Micl. the oleo heir afl the commo about a few yeors ago. 7 they'lt get you lots of John loaded, ano they'll tole cara But | never had anything to 1 them. Once a git gets hooked one of them, they take all th and kick Ker ctound, noes re eg ey het em at ot ett ware ‘ Anyweoy, ( con take cave of One night 1 went over to o hotc to meet o very wealthy Joke. wh Hazel and said somebody'd gi her number. He was a big prea must of weighed ebout @ ton. - disgusting type. | rold him the ha it, t woen't going te have him ma. So then the big lout stor call me nomes and slapped we the face with his big fat pig han t didn't take much of that, } ; up @ beer bottie — there wos ; of them around — and broke it « edge of a table. Then | showe the jogged edge of ®t and told + he even come avar me I'd rip soc the blubber out of his feces. That stopped Ne. He wited fi ram hep Vee sade 7 2 “ dying petunia. i even got my moagy —~ $5 figured I'd earned it. When | think ebeet thet no: of my career. | suppose o@ let of co: ple think girls like me sleep with ; because we enjoy Mt. But 1 never: one that did. As fer me, I'va ne Lae Ans Ure, a th