| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 19 |
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laughter and applause that followed, the incident of the tea was forgotten. `How did you get on yesterday?' asked Crass, addressing Bundy, the plasterer, who was intently studying the sporting columns of the Daily Obscurer. `No luck,' replied Bundy, gloomily. `I had a bob each way on Stockwell, in the first race, but it was scratched before the start.' This gave rise to a conversation between Crass, Bundy, and one or two others concerning the chances of different horses in the morrow's races. It was Friday, and no one had much money, so at the suggestion of Bundy, a Syndicate was formed, each member contributing threepence for the purpose of backing a dead certainty given by the renowned Captain Kiddem of the Obscurer. One of those who did not join the syndicate was Frank Owen, who was as usual absorbed in a newspaper. He was generally |
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