I would charge 'im right 'ere with blood robbery.

And let me say," shouted Simmons, taking a step into the aisle, "that the time may come when the working men of this country will make these charges, and will (h)ask the people who kept the ''ome fires burning'-- " Yells of derisive laughter.
"-- what profits came to them from these same 'ome fires.

The people will (h)ask for an (h)explanation of these bank accounts, of these new factories, of these big stores, of these (h)autermobiles.

The people that went to the war and were (h)unfortoonate enough to return came back to poverty, while many of these 'ere 'ome fire burners came (h)out with fortunes." At this point brother Simmons cast a fierce and baleful eye upon a group of the employers who sat silent and wrathful before him.
"And now, what I say," continued Brother Simmons-- At this point a quiet voice was heard.
"Mr.Mayor, I rise to a point of order." Immediately Simmons took his seat.
"Mr.Farrington," said the mayor, recognising one of the largest building contractors in the town.
"Mr.Mayor, I should like to ask what are we discussing this afternoon?
Are we discussing the war records of the citizens of Blackwater?
If so, that is not what I came for.

It may be interesting to find out what each man did in the war.