AS A WORKER SEES IT

Grey River Argus, 21 May 1941, Page 8

AS A WORKER SEES IT

(By

“Roadman”)

The other day I met a bloke who didn’t believe in capitalism. Now would you believe it? There he was enjoying all the nice things the good capitalist give us, like wages when we work, and doles and doss-houses and old clothes when there aren’t any jobs, and yet he didn’t appreciate

it. .. Well, I asked him a few questions like, “How would you get a job if there weren’t any bosses?” and “What would the poor capitalists do if there weren’t any armament firms or gold-brick manufacturing associations, and things like that?” But he couldn’t seem to adjust his intellect to my level of thought. Maybe I was talking on too high a plane. Then I told him about how any worker could be a capitalist if he only worked and saved up his spare wages, and how he only needed enough ambition and energy like my uncle who is a capitalist in AjusWell that knocked him rotten. Now this uncle of mine showed wonderful ambition as a kid. In fact when he was still a baby he traded in his napkins as part payment on a pair of long pants. I remember my gran’ma telling the neighbours with tears of pride in her eyes about the time he put banana skins on the stairs of the Gentlemen’s Club, then ducked round to the front door and sold them sticking plaster as they came out. He was only ten then, but you can see how eager he was to get on. When he started work as a rouseabout in a soap factory, he immediately attracted the attention of the boss, because he worked overtime without any pay. He was so keen on his work that when all his cobbers went on strike, he wouldn’t go with them. Instead, he got a lot of keen, ambitious blokes like himself to keep the old soap factory going, and the boss was so grateful that he sacked all the union leaders for beating my uncle up.

Well, to cut a long story short, thel boss died, and my Uncle Clarence (or “The Weasel” as he was called by the other workers) married the boss’s widow. He calculated that she wouldn’t live long because she was pretty old and had heart disease. She had a lot of money too, which my uncle got after she" kicked' the bucket.

He became manager of the soap factory and got knighted last year for giving ten thousand quid to build a nice home for orphaned kittens.

So you see, you guys, how easy it is to get on if you only have the ambition and use the right methods. .