|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
inside to hold it steady by. The pay was eighteenpence a day, and he had to travel a certain route, up and down the busiest streets.
At first the frame did not feel very heavy, but the weight seemed to increase as the time went on, and the straps hurt his shoulders. He felt very much ashamed, also, whenever he encountered any of his old mates, some of whom laughed at him.
In consequence of the frame requiring so much attention to keep it steady, and being unused to the work, and his sight so bad, he several times narrowly escaped being run over. Another thing that added to his embarrassment was the jeering of the other sandwichmen, the loafers outside the public houses, and the boys, who shouted `old Jack in the box' after him. Sometimes the boys threw refuse at the frame, and once a decayed orange thrown by one of