| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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might have had better wages and conditions. The hands, however, made no such allowances or excuses as these for Misery and Rushton. They never thought or spoke of them except with hatred and curses. But whenever either of them came to the `job' the `coddies' cringed and grovelled before them, greeting them with disgustingly servile salutations, plentifully interspersed with the word `Sir', greetings which were frequently either ignored altogether or answered with an inarticulate grunt. They said `Sir' at nearly every second word: it made one feel sick to hear them because it was not courtesy: they were never courteous to each other, it was simply abject servility and self-contempt. One of the results of all the frenzied hurrying was that every now and then there was an accident: somebody got hurt: and it was strange that accidents were not more frequent, considering the risk, that were taken. When they happened to be working on ladders in busy streets they were not often allowed to have anyone to stand at the foot, and |
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