| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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live without the masters. (Hear, hear.) It was a matter of division of labour: the men worked with their hands and the masters worked with their brains, and one was no use without the other. He hoped the good feeling which had hitherto existed between himself and his workmen would always continue, and he thanked them for the way in which they had responded to the toast of his health. Loud cheers greeted the conclusion of this speech, and then Crass stood up and said that he begged to propose the health of Mr 'Unter. (Hear, hear.) He wasn't going to make a long speech as he wasn't much of a speaker. (Cries of `You're all right,' `Go on,' etc.) But he felt sure as they would all hagree with him when be said that - next to Mr Rushton - there wasn't no one the men had more respect and liking for than Mr 'Unter. |
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