| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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in his waistcoat pocket for the cutting. `Tell us wot's the real cause of poverty.' `'Ear, 'ear,' shouted the man on the pail. `Git up into the bloody pulpit and give us a sermon.' As Owen made no response to the invitations, the crowd began to hoot and groan. `Come on, man,' whispered Philpot, winking his goggle eye persuasively at Owen. `Come on, just for a bit of turn, to pass the time away.' Owen accordingly ascended the steps - much to the secret delight of Crass - and was immediately greeted with a round of enthusiastic applause. `There you are, you see,' said Philpot, addressing the meeting. `It's no use booin' and threatenin', because 'e's one of them lecturers wot can honly be managed with kindness. If it 'adn't a bin for me, 'e wouldn't 'ave agreed to speak at all.' Philpot having been unanimously elected chairman, proposed by Harlow and seconded |
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