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great Jim Scalds to tell us that improved technical education is the remedy for unemployment and poverty.'
`I suppose you think Jim Scalds is a bloody fool, the same as everybody else what don't see things YOUR way?' said Sawkins.
`I should think he was a fool if I thought he believed what he says. But I don't think he believes it. He says it because he thinks the majority of the working classes are such fools that they will believe him. If he didn't think that most of us are fools he wouldn't tell us such a yarn as that.'
`And I suppose you think as 'is opinion ain't far wrong,' snarled Crass.
`We shall be better able to judge of that after the next General Election,' replied Owen. `If the working classes again elect a majority of Liberal or Tory landlords and employers to rule over them, it will prove that Jim Scalds' estimate of their intelligence is about right.'
`Well, anyhow,' persisted Slyme, `I don't think it's a right thing that they should be allowed to go marchin' about like that - driving visitors out of the town.'
`What do you think they ought to do, then?' demanded Owen.
`Let the b--rs go to the bloody workhouse!' shouted Crass.
`But before they could be received there they would have to be absolutely homeless and destitute, and then the ratepayers would have to keep them. It costs about twelve shillings a week for each inmate, so it seems to me that it would be more sensible and economical for the community to employ them on some productive work.'
They had by this time arrived at the yard. The steps and ladders were put away in their places and the dirty paint-pots and pails were placed in the paint-shop on the bench and on the floor. With what had previously been brought back there were a great many of these things, all needing to be cleaned out, so Bert at any rate stood in no danger of being out of employment for some time to come.
When they were paid at the office, Owen on opening his envelope found it contained as usual, a time sheet for the next week, which meant that he was not `stood off' although he did not know what work there would be to do. Crass and Slyme were both to go to the `Cave' to fix the venetian blinds, and Sawkins also was to come to work as usual.
Chapter 28
The Week before Christmas
During the next week Owen painted a sign on the outer wall of one of the workshops at the yard, and he also wrote the name of the firm on three of the handcarts.
These and other odd jobs kept him employed a few hours every day, so that he was not actually out of work.
One afternoon - there being nothing to do - he went home at three o'clock, but almost as soon as he reached the house Bert White came with a coffin-plate which had to be written at once. The lad said he had been instructed to wait for it.
Nora gave the boy some tea and bread and butter to eat whilst Owen was doing the coffin-plate, and presently Frankie - who had been playing out in the street - made his appearance. The two boys were already known to each other, for Bert had been there several times before - on errands similar to the present one, or to take lessons on graining and letter-painting from Owen.
`I'm going to have a party next Monday - after Christmas,' remarked Frankie. `Mother told me I might ask you if you'll come?'
`All right,' said Bert; `and I'll bring my Pandoramer.'
`What is it? Is it alive?' asked Frankie with a puzzled look.
`Alive! No, of course not,' replied Bert with a superior air. `It's a show, like they have at the Hippodrome or the Circus.'
`How big is it?'
`Not very big: it's made out of a sugar-box. I made it myself. It's not quite finished yet, but I shall get it done this week. There's a band as well, you know. I do that part with this.'
`This' was a large mouth organ which he produced from the inner pocket of his coat.
`Play something now.'
Bert accordingly played, and Frankie sang at the top of his voice a selection of popular songs, including `The Old Bull and Bush', `Has Anyone seen a German Band?', `Waiting
`I suppose you think Jim Scalds is a bloody fool, the same as everybody else what don't see things YOUR way?' said Sawkins.
`I should think he was a fool if I thought he believed what he says. But I don't think he believes it. He says it because he thinks the majority of the working classes are such fools that they will believe him. If he didn't think that most of us are fools he wouldn't tell us such a yarn as that.'
`And I suppose you think as 'is opinion ain't far wrong,' snarled Crass.
`We shall be better able to judge of that after the next General Election,' replied Owen. `If the working classes again elect a majority of Liberal or Tory landlords and employers to rule over them, it will prove that Jim Scalds' estimate of their intelligence is about right.'
`Well, anyhow,' persisted Slyme, `I don't think it's a right thing that they should be allowed to go marchin' about like that - driving visitors out of the town.'
`What do you think they ought to do, then?' demanded Owen.
`Let the b--rs go to the bloody workhouse!' shouted Crass.
`But before they could be received there they would have to be absolutely homeless and destitute, and then the ratepayers would have to keep them. It costs about twelve shillings a week for each inmate, so it seems to me that it would be more sensible and economical for the community to employ them on some productive work.'
They had by this time arrived at the yard. The steps and ladders were put away in their places and the dirty paint-pots and pails were placed in the paint-shop on the bench and on the floor. With what had previously been brought back there were a great many of these things, all needing to be cleaned out, so Bert at any rate stood in no danger of being out of employment for some time to come.
When they were paid at the office, Owen on opening his envelope found it contained as usual, a time sheet for the next week, which meant that he was not `stood off' although he did not know what work there would be to do. Crass and Slyme were both to go to the `Cave' to fix the venetian blinds, and Sawkins also was to come to work as usual.
Chapter 28
The Week before Christmas
During the next week Owen painted a sign on the outer wall of one of the workshops at the yard, and he also wrote the name of the firm on three of the handcarts.
These and other odd jobs kept him employed a few hours every day, so that he was not actually out of work.
One afternoon - there being nothing to do - he went home at three o'clock, but almost as soon as he reached the house Bert White came with a coffin-plate which had to be written at once. The lad said he had been instructed to wait for it.
Nora gave the boy some tea and bread and butter to eat whilst Owen was doing the coffin-plate, and presently Frankie - who had been playing out in the street - made his appearance. The two boys were already known to each other, for Bert had been there several times before - on errands similar to the present one, or to take lessons on graining and letter-painting from Owen.
`I'm going to have a party next Monday - after Christmas,' remarked Frankie. `Mother told me I might ask you if you'll come?'
`All right,' said Bert; `and I'll bring my Pandoramer.'
`What is it? Is it alive?' asked Frankie with a puzzled look.
`Alive! No, of course not,' replied Bert with a superior air. `It's a show, like they have at the Hippodrome or the Circus.'
`How big is it?'
`Not very big: it's made out of a sugar-box. I made it myself. It's not quite finished yet, but I shall get it done this week. There's a band as well, you know. I do that part with this.'
`This' was a large mouth organ which he produced from the inner pocket of his coat.
`Play something now.'
Bert accordingly played, and Frankie sang at the top of his voice a selection of popular songs, including `The Old Bull and Bush', `Has Anyone seen a German Band?', `Waiting