Our wages ain't to be compared with the miners.

We've twenty thousand in Sheffield that aren't drawing twenty-five shillings a week and they're about fed up with it.

We've our Unions, too, and money to spare, and I tell you they're beginning to ask what's the use of sending a Labour Member to Parliament and having nothing come of it." A grey-whiskered man, who had the look of a preacher, struck the table before him with a sudden vigour.
"You remember who I am, Mr.Maraton?
My name's Borden--Samuel Borden--and I am from the Potteries.

It's all very well for Weavel and Dale there to talk, but there's no labour on God's earth so underpaid as the china and glass worker.

We may not have the money saved--that's simply because it takes my people all they can do to keep from starvation.