THE HOTHEADS

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16749, 2 June 1922, Page 10

THE HOTHEADS

(By WALT. MASON). We labour at tho daily grind, each in his wonted fashion j and some continue mild and kind and some are in a passion. Some workmen cannot fix a chair or ply a saw or chisel, but they begin to sweat and swear and make the language sizzle. They grumble like a house afire, both in and out of season ; they’re in a chronic state of ire that has no cause or reason. And one such delegate will spoil the ardour of tho many and kill the pej> of those who toil at loom or spinning jenny. The hothead is a total loss and none admires his capers; we’re not astonished when the boss gives him his walking papers. How different the quiet gent 1 No stormy wrath delays him; he calmly strives to earn the cent that his employer pays him. Side-stepping noise and fuss and strife he draws his weekly money and gives a nickel to his wife to make her days more sunny. Whate’er the tool that he may ply, a corkscrew or a spanner, he wields it with a beaming eye, in most efficient manner. Then comes the boss, some pleasant day, and says, “J. Reuben Smirker, we add nine kopecks to your pay, for you’re a dandy worker- Your influence is mighty fine, you do no useless wailing » you keep the other boys in line and harmony's prevailing.