| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1174 |
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`This is good work for a joiner. Order one ton of putty.' But to hear them talking in the pub of a Saturday afternoon just after pay-time one would think them the best friends and mates and the most dependent spirits in the world, fellows whom it would be very dangerous to trifle with, and who would stick up for each other through thick and thin. All sorts of stories were related of the wonderful things they had done and said; of jobs they had `chucked up', and masters they had `told off': of pails of whitewash thrown over offending employers, and of horrible assaults and batteries committed upon the same. But strange to say, for some reason or other, it seldom happened that a third party ever witnessed any of these prodigies. It seemed as if a chivalrous desire to spare the feelings of their victims had always prevented them from doing or saying anything to them in the presence of witnesses. When he had drunk a few pints, Crass was a very good hand at these stories. Here |
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