The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1919-12-12
tabOR IN ENGLAND.
GETS ARISTOCRATIC
(From Iondon 0axette.l

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q visualize the casual dock laboref
Of the future living in q garden city
with . branch labor exchange In con-
0ecti0n with the dock area, and put
ting In his tree time In his garden
from which he would be called By tele
phone to his work at the docks.-Sir
Eric Geddes In the Future.)
(Scene: q country cottage In Bucks.
Bill Sloggins. dock laborer. reading
the latest betting news. The phone
rings. Bill ignores It. The bell keeps
ringing, until. finding the sound dis
turbing. Bill lifts the recetver.)
Acknowledgement"
'Is this Mr.. William slogins?"
"Yus. Whoor yew?".
London Dock speaking Mr.. Slog.
gins. We have boat coming up the
river. VIII you kindly come and hslp
Us to unload herr"
"Orl right. Wot's the goods2'
1.-THE goods, Mr.. Slogans? Oh!
you mean the cargo. It's tallow."
fear! My missus swore at me sum-
think 'orrid the last time / come 'ome
arter messin' abart wiz taller. She
sad my close skunk so bad she want
able ter entity her lunch Of patty dee
four graz, or whatever the stuff's call
ed. No. young Teller; no more taller
fer me, thank yew. II yew've got q
ship wiz some nice little boxes of pins
or 'andkerchiefs. or enything wQt don't
bong an amt 'eavy, then IN come
erlong. But taller! Blimey!" Drops
receiver on the floor.
(Scene: An artistic bungalow on
the Dorking Hills. Jim Fox, formerly
OF Poplar, planting cabbages In a cor
ner Of his 2-acre allotment. The phone
rings. His wife calls him.)
h "Righto. guvnor!"
Am speaking to Mr.. James Fox?"
ITO that VERY identical"
"Mr. Fox this is the Commercial
Docks. We have just berthed a cou-
pie Of steamers. and ! am booking
hands to discharge her. What about
you?"
mot terdye. OF sport. ootter rice
on" ;
"Rice. did you say. Mr.. Fox?"
"Yus; rice. Dontcherknow what
mean? Were WOE yew dedicated?
Rice, I sed-gee-gees-osses wiv four
legs-r-a-c-e, II yew want me ter spell
It. An I've got five bob on the
fav'rit."
"Of course in that case. Mr.. Fox, we
codld not possibly expect you. Good
by" (Groans and rings oh.)
Scene: A riverside villa at Rich
mond. Bob Smike. of the Docker's un-
ion. swallowing bottled beer. The
phone rings. He puts the bottle down
and lifts the receiver)
"Wajjerwant?"
Can l hav q word. please. with Mr..
Robert Smike?"
"'Sme. Cos that?"
1.-THE London Castle has just ar
rived, Mr.. Smike. and is ready to dis
charge. Can you give us a hand?"
= "Wots Their pye?"
II don't follow you, Mr.. Smike."
II amt arskin' yew ter foller me.
sed. wot's the pye. Amt yer never
;eard Of pye before? Dom chey get
no pye fer workin'? Wot's the pye-.
the dibs-the spondulics fer me dom
the job?"
"Ah! I've got you, Mr.. Smike. Well,
Two pounds a day; lunch at II, din
,uer at and tea at 4:3O. OF course
we send q car to bring you from home
and take you back again"
lang on art mo-"
He leaves the phone and asks his
wife how much money she has left.
She says. "One-and-nine," as of course,
he hasn't been to the dosks for the
last two months, and she's just about
spent up. He tells her to shut her
Jaw and returns to the instrument.
''Sye, docksi"
Eyes, Mr.. Smike."
"Well, l amt RELY feelin' very well.
I'm orful tired. but amt one Of those
blOkes wot shirkS Is dooty: so send q