| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1264 |
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Most of the men were delighted with this speech, which was received with much laughing and knocking on the tables. They remarked to each other that Grinder was a smart man: he'd got the Socialists weighed up just about right - to an ounce. Then, it was seen that Barrington was on his feet facing Grinder and a sudden, awe-filled silence fell. `It may or may not be true,' began Barrington, `that Socialists always know when to speak and when to keep silent, but the present occasion hardly seemed a suitable one to discuss such subjects. `We are here today as friends and want to forget our differences and enjoy ourselves for a few hours. But after what Mr Grinder has said I am quite ready to reply to him to the best of my ability. `The fact that I am a Socialist and that I am here today as one of |
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