The Workingman's Paradise - An Australian Labour Novel by John Maurice Miller
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apologise, but the boss wouldn't listen and said they were getting very
nice. So at dinner time, when the bell rang, they all marched off and put on their hats. The customers were all waiting for dinner and the girls were all on strike and the boss nearly went mad. He was going to have them all arrested, but when the gentlemen heard what it was about they said the girls were right and if the manager didn't apologise they'd go to some other restaurant always. So the manager went to the girl and apologised." "By gum!" interjected Ned. "Those girls were hummers." "I suppose the boss victimised afterwards?" asked Nellie, wiser in such matters. "That's just it," said the girl, in a disheartened tone. "In two or three weeks every girl who'd had anything to do with stirring the others up was bounced for something or other. The manager did what he liked afterwards." "Just talk to the other girls about a union, will you?" asked Nellie. "It's no use giving right in, you know." "I'll see what some of them say, but there's a lot I wouldn't open my mouth to," answered the waitress. "What time do you get away on Thursdays?" "Next Thursday I'm on till half-past ten." "Well, I'll meet you then, outside, to see what they say," said Nellie. |
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