do I'd anyhow try to listen what the troubles is and make my men
contented.

GIBSON: What would you do if you were running the factory, Carter? You
haven't said.

CARTER: I ain't had the chance to say. Now what I'd do, first I'd settle
all the grievances so there wouldn't be no more complaints.

GIBSON: Well, here's one coming I might leave to you on that basis.

[_Enter_ SIMPSON, _an elderly worker in overalls and jumper;
and_ SALVATORE, _a New Yorkized Italian type, a formerly
lighted cigarette dangling from his lips._]

SALVATORE: Our department's goin' to walk out at twelve, noon, Mr.
Gibson. We ain't satisfied.

GIBSON: Why not?

SALVATORE: Well, we ain't satisfied, Mr. Gibson; we ain't satisfied at
all.

GIBSON: You got every demand answered yesterday, Salvatore.

SALVATORE: Oh, I ain't talkin' about no demands. If all them other
departments walks out we're going to stand by 'em! We got plenty to do
with our time. Workin' all the time ain't so enjoyable.

GIBSON: So you people are going out again, are you?