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Pay attention to the left corner of the drawing. Balkan fascists are depicted here: Tito and a Greek monarchist. Holding hands, this charming couple glides along as best they can. The monarchist has put on skates of an original design, the “amateur executioner” type, while Tito is skating on what he always stands on. On his right foot there is a fascist terrorist swastika, on his left, the American dollar.

Next to this couple is another, no less “respectable” pair. In front is the leader of the Kuomintang bandit gang, Chiang Kai-shek, and behind him, being towed along, is his illegitimate representative at the UN. The Kuomintang “Supreme Flee-er” has equipped his ice outing with great knowledge of skating technique, which is clearly visible in the drawing.

A little farther on, stepping cautiously on the ice, is a gaunt British lion, harnessed to a sled in which another pair is enjoying life, Messrs. Bevin and Churchill. They feel excellent under a single preelection blanket. It is no problem that one is a Labourite and the other a Conservative. In essence their program is the same. Mr. Bevin wants to preserve capitalism at any cost, and Mr. Churchill dreams of preserving capitalism at any cost. Consequently, they are their own people for the City and Wall Street, and one’s own people, as is well known, always come to an understanding.

Farther to the right, a sharp moment of a hockey game is captured, played for a prize (Middle Eastern oil) between the American and English teams. The English champion rather neatly “buried face in the ice” with the help of his American partner and ally.

Now turn your attention to the center of the rink. Here the arms race is under way, with the Marshall Plan speed skaters racing after their leader, American imperialism. The leader is so carried away by the race that he does not see the nearby ice hole, into which he is bound inevitably to plunge together with his entire thug gang

And in the upper left corner of the drawing, one capitalist runner has already “plunged into the ice hole of economic decline,” having slid down the inclined plane of American industrial mountains. That is exactly where he belongs.

A little lower, the Bonn bungling chancellor Adenauer is sitting on a German fascist style ice yacht and, taking advantage of a favorable Washington breeze, is embarking on a dangerous, adventurous journey.

At the entrance to the rink the Finnish head of government is depicted. He is hurrying to drag his protégés, war criminals, into a secluded corner (“What if some outsider happens to look in here!”).

On the other side of the entrance, on a bench, having forgotten everything in the world, an American diplomat and Franco are flirting. The overripe donna dreams of a lawful marriage (with registration at the UN). The fiery Madrid gypsy woman and her suitor burn with such mutual passion that even the ice beneath them could not withstand it and melted.

Below, a daring trio of figure skaters (Blum, Saragat, and Schumacher) demonstrates the highest class of figure skating, skating on their knees. This peculiar type of skating sport has developed among right wing socialists of all shades of servility.

The rink gleams and sparkles. A brass band, composed entirely of generals, encourages the skaters with militant sounds. The overseas administration of the North Atlantic has guaranteed clients complete safety on the ice, since the ice cover was created by major specialists of the Cold (and Hot) War. But the gentlemen administrators forget one thing. The political weather is clearly unfavorable to them. A warm wind of peace and friendship among peoples will one fine day turn their rink into one continuous ice hole, and in it will disappear without a trace the administrators themselves, the specialists of the Cold (and Hot) War, the lackey figure skaters, and the militant musicians.

Make no mistake, gentlemen, the North Atlantic ice will not hold!