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James Doyle and the boilermaker’ strike

Old gentleman: I say! What’s all that frightful noise?
Boy: It’s the boilermakers from Tyneside. They’re on strike.
I’m on the way to join them.
Old gentleman: You a boilermaker?
Boy: Me? No, I slave for United Alloys. But I’ll add my voice
to anyone fighting for his rights.
Old gentleman: Wait! Why are they striking this time?
Boy: A rise in wages mainly-and overtime for nights
Old gentleman: Why don’t they use their brains? A rise in pay means
rising prices and greater inflation.
What’s the point? Who gains?
Boy: That’s blackmail, mate. There’s high employment in
Tyneside and the employers exploit the situation.
They pay a high trained boilermaker starvation wages.
It’s a disgrace.
Old gentleman: What’s your name?
Boy: James Doyle I come from a line from fighters. My aunt
Jane chained herself to the railinbgs in 1809.
She was quite famous.
Old gentleman: I shall be highly approved if you tie yourself to mine!