The worker's body is in perfect physical shape and the work does not injure him but only exhilarates him.

No iron worker can be a communist, for communists all have inferior bodies.

The iron worker knows that his body is superior, and no sour philosophy could stay in him, because he would sweat it out of his pores as he sweats out all other poisons.
The old man that I worked with when I first entered the rolling mill was gray with his sixty years of toil.

Yet his eye was clear and his back was straight and when he went to the table he ate like a sixteen-year-old and his sleep was dreamless.

A man so old must conserve his strength, and he made use of his husky helper whenever he could to save his own muscles and lengthen his endurance.