| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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continued Crass. `That's wot's ruinin' everything. Even in our trade ther's them machines for trimmin' wallpaper, an' now they've brought out a paintin' machine. Ther's a pump an' a 'ose pipe, an' they reckon two men can do as much with this 'ere machine as twenty could without it.' `Another thing is women,' said Harlow, `there's thousands of 'em nowadays doin' work wot oughter be done by men.' `In my opinion ther's too much of this 'ere eddication, nowadays,' remarked old Linden. `Wot the 'ell's the good of eddication to the likes of us?' `None whatever,' said Crass, `it just puts foolish idears into people's 'eds and makes 'em too lazy to work.' Barrington, who took no part in the conversation, still sat silently smoking. Owen was listening to this pitiable farrago with feelings of contempt and wonder. Were they |
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