| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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this very often for everybody was too terrified to leave off working even for a few minutes' rest. From the moment of Hunter's arrival until his departure, a state of panic, hurry, scurry and turmoil reigned. His strident voice rang through the house as he bellowed out to them to `Rouse themselves! Get it done! Smear it on anyhow! Tar it over! We've got another job to start when you've done this!' Occasionally, just to keep the others up to concert pitch, he used to sack one of the men for being too slow. They all trembled before him and ran about whenever he spoke to or called them, because they knew that there were always a lot of other men out of work who would be willing and eager to fill their places if they got the sack. Although it was now summer, and the Distress Committee and all the other committees had suspended operations, there was still always a large number of men hanging about the vicinity of the Fountain on the Parade - The Wage Slave Market. When men finished up for the firm they were working for they usually made for that place. Any master in want of a |
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