| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 575 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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Owen opened his dinner basket and took from it two slices of bread but as these were not sufficient, he requested that anyone who had some bread left would give it to him. They gave him several pieces, which he placed in a heap on a clean piece of paper, and, having borrowed the pocket knives they used to cut and eat their dinners with from Easton, Harlow and Philpot, he addressed them as follows: `These pieces of bread represent the raw materials which exist naturally in and on the earth for the use of mankind; they were not made by any human being, but were created by the Great Spirit for the benefit and sustenance of all, the same as were the air and the light of the sun.' `You're about as fair-speakin' a man as I've met for some time,' said Harlow, winking at the others. `Yes, mate,' said Philpot. `Anyone would agree to that much! It's as clear as mud.' |
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