Ragged Trousered Philanthropists by Robert Tressell (fiction novels to read .txt) 📕
Another answer is that `The Philanthropists' is not a treatise oressay, but a novel. My main object was to write a readable story fullof human interest and based on the happenings of everyday life, thesubject of Socialism being treated incidentally.
This was the task I set myself. To what extent I have succeeded isfor others to say; but whatever their verdict, the work possesses atleast one merit - that of being true. I have invented nothing. Thereare no scenes or incidents in the story that I have not eitherwitnessed myself or had conclusive evidence of. As far as I dared Ilet th
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Mr Didlum seconded the vote of condolence in similar terms, and it was
carried unanimously. Then the Chairman said that the next business
was to elect a successor to the departed paragon; and immediately no
fewer than nine members rose to propose a suitable person - they each
had a noble-minded friend or relative willing to sacrifice himself for
the good of the poor.
The nine Benevolent stood looking at each other and at the Chairman
with sickly smiles upon their hypocritical faces. It was a dramatic
moment. No one spoke. It was necessary to be careful. It would
never do to have a contest. The Secretary of the OBS was usually
regarded as a sort of philanthropist by the outside public, and it was
necessary to keep this fiction alive.
For one or two minutes an awkward silence reigned. Then, one after
another they all reluctantly resumed their seats with the exception
of Mr Amos Grinder, who said he wished to propose his nephew, Mr
Sawney Grinder, a young man of a most benevolent disposition who
was desirous of immolating himself upon the altar of charity for the
benefit of the poor - or words to that effect.
Mr Didlum seconded, and there being no other nomination - for they all
knew that it would give the game away to have a contest - the Chairman
put Mr Grinder’s proposal to the meeting and declared it carried
unanimously.
Another considerable item in the expenditure of the society was the
rent of the offices - a house in a back street. The landlord of this
place was another very deserving case.
There were numerous other expenses: stationery and stamps, printing,
and so on, and what was left of the money was used for the purpose for
which it had been given - a reasonable amount being kept in hand for
future expenses. All the details were of course duly set forth in the
Report and Balance Sheet at the annual meetings. No copy of this
document was ever handed to the reporters for publication; it was read
to the meeting by the Secretary; the representatives of the Press took
notes, and in the reports of the meeting that subsequently appeared in
the local papers the thing was so mixed up and garbled together that
the few people who read it could not make head or tail of it. The
only thing that was clear was that the society had been doing a great
deal of good to someone or other, and that more money was urgently
needed to carry on the work. It usually appeared something like this:
HELPING THE NEEDY
Mugsborough Organized Benevolence Society
Annual Meeting at the Town Hall
A Splendid record of Miscellaneous and Valuable Work.
The annual meeting of the above Society was held yesterday at the
Town Hall. The Mayor, Alderman Sweater, presided, and amongst
those present were Sir Graball D’Encloseland, Lady D’Encloseland,
Lady Slumrent. Rev. Mr Bosher, Mr Cheeseman, Mrs Bilder, Mrs
Grosare, Mrs Daree, Mrs Butcher, Mrs Taylor, Mrs Baker, Mrs
Starvem, Mrs Slodging, Mrs M. B. Sile, Mrs Knobrane, Mrs M. T.
Head, Mr Rushton, Mr Didlum, Mr Grinder and (here followed about a
quarter of a column of names of other charitable persons, all
subscribers to the Society).
The Secretary read the annual report which contained the following
amongst other interesting items:
During the year, 1,972 applications for assistance have been
received, and of this number 1,302 have been assisted as follows:
Bread or grocery orders, 273. Coal or coke orders, 57.
Nourishment 579. (Applause.) Pairs of boots granted, 29.
Clothing, 105. Crutch granted to poor man, 1. Nurses provided,
2. Hospital tickets, 26. Sent to Consumption Sanatorium, 1.
Twenty-nine persons, whose cases being chronic, were referred to
the Poor Law Guardians. Work found for 19 persons. (Cheers.)
Pedlar’s licences, 4. Dispensary tickets, 24. Bedding redeemed,
1. Loans granted to people to enable them to pay their rent, 8.
(Loud cheers.) Dental tickets, 2. Railway fares for men who were
going away from the town to employment elsewhere, 12. (Great
cheering.) Loans granted, 5. Advertisements for employment, 4 -
and so on.
There was about another quarter of a column of these details, the
reading of which was punctuated with applause and concluded with:
`Leaving 670 cases which for various reasons the Society was unable to
assist’. The report then went on to explain that the work of
inquiring into the genuineness of the applications entailed a lot of
labour on the part of the Secretary, some cases taking several days.
No fewer than 649 letters had been sent out from the office, and 97
postcards. (Applause.) Very few cash gifts were granted, as it was
most necessary to guard against the Charity being abused. (Hear,
hear.)
Then followed a most remarkable paragraph headed `The Balance Sheet’,
which - as it was put - `included the following’. `The following’ was
a jumbled list of items of expenditure, subscriptions, donations,
legacies, and collections, winding up with `the general summary showed
a balance in hand of �178.4.6’. (They always kept a good balance in
hand because of the Secretary’s salary and the rent of the offices.)
After this very explicit financial statement came the most important
part of the report: `Thanks are expressed to Sir Graball D’Encloseland
for a donation of 2 guineas. Mrs Grosare, 1 guinea. Mrs Starvem,
Hospital tickets. Lady Slumrent, letter of admission to Convalescent
Home. Mrs Knobrane, 1 guinea. Mrs M.B. Sile, 1 guinea. Mrs M.T.
Head, 1 guinea. Mrs Sledging, gifts of clothing - and so on for
another quarter of a column, the whole concluding with a vote of
thanks to the Secretary and an urgent appeal to the charitable public
for more funds to enable the Society to continue its noble work.
Meantime, in spite of this and kindred organizations the conditions of
the underpaid poverty stricken and unemployed workers remained the
same. Although the people who got the grocery and coal orders, the
`Nourishment’, and the castoff clothes and boots, were very glad to
have them, yet these things did far more harm than good. They
humiliated, degraded and pauperized those who received them, and the
existence of the societies prevented the problem being grappled with
in a sane and practical manner. The people lacked the necessaries of
life: the necessaries of life are produced by Work: these people were
willing to work, but were prevented from doing so by the idiotic
system of society which these `charitable’ people are determined to do
their best to perpetuate.
If the people who expect to be praised and glorified for being
charitable were never to give another farthing it would be far better
for the industrious poor, because then the community as a whole would
be compelled to deal with the absurd and unnecessary state of affairs
that exists today - millions of people living and dying in
wretchedness and poverty in an age when science and machinery have
made it possible to produce such an abundance of everything that
everyone might enjoy plenty and comfort. It if were not for all this
so-called charity the starving unemployed men all over the country
would demand to be allowed to work and produce the things they are
perishing for want of, instead of being - as they are now - content to
wear their masters’ castoff clothing and to eat the crumbs that fall
from his table.
A Brilliant Epigram
All through the winter, the wise, practical, philanthropic, fat
persons whom the people of Mugsborough had elected to manage their
affairs - or whom they permitted to manage them without being
elected - continued to grapple, or to pretend to grapple, with the
`problem’ of unemployment and poverty. They continued to hold
meetings, rummage and jumble sales, entertainments and special
services. They continued to distribute the rotten castoff clothing
and boots, and the nourishment tickets. They were all so sorry for
the poor, especially for the `dear little children’. They did all
sorts of things to help the children. In fact, there was nothing that
they would not do for them except levy a halfpenny rate. It would
never do to do that. It might pauperize the parents and destroy
parental responsibility. They evidently thought that it would be
better to destroy the health or even the lives of the `dear little
children’ than to pauperize the parents or undermine parental
responsibility. These people seemed to think that the children were
the property of their parents. They did not have sense enough to see
that the children are not the property of their parents at all, but
the property of the community. When they attain to manhood and
womanhood they will be, if mentally or physically inefficient, a
burden on the community; if they become criminals, they will prey upon
the community, and if they are healthy, educated and brought up in
good surroundings, they will become useful citizens, able to render
valuable service, not merely to their parents, but to the community.
Therefore the children are the property of the community, and it is
the business and to the interest of the community to see that their
constitutions are not undermined by starvation. The Secretary of the
local Trades Council, a body formed of delegates from all the
different trades unions in the town, wrote a letter to the Obscurer,
setting forth this view. He pointed out that a halfpenny rate in that
town would produce a sum of �800, which would be more than sufficient
to provide food for all the hungry schoolchildren. In the next issue
of the paper several other letters appeared from leading citizens,
including, of course, Sweater, Rushton, Didlum and Grinder, ridiculing
the proposal of the Trades Council, who were insultingly alluded to as
`pothouse politicians’, `beer-sodden agitators’ and so forth. Their
right to be regarded as representatives of the working men was denied,
and Grinder, who, having made inquiries amongst working men, was
acquainted with the facts, stated that there was scarcely one of the
local branches of the trades unions which had more than a dozen
members; and as Grinder’s statement was true, the Secretary was unable
to contradict it. The majority of the working men were also very
indignant when they heard about the Secretary’s letter: they said the
rates were quite high enough as it was, and they sneered at him for
presuming to write to the papers at all:
`Who the bloody ‘ell was ‘e?’ they said. `‘E was not a Gentleman! ‘E
was only a workin’ man the same as themselves - a common carpenter!
What the ‘ell did ‘e know about it? Nothing. ‘E was just trying to
make ‘isself out to be Somebody, that was all. The idea of one of the
likes of them writing to the papers!’
One day, having nothing better to do, Owen was looking at some books
that were exposed for sale on a table outside a second-hand furniture
shop. One book in particular took his attention: he read several
pages with great interest, and regretted that he had not the necessary
sixpence to buy it. The title of the book was: Consumption: Its
Causes and Its Cure. The author was a well-known physician who
devoted his whole attention to the study of that disease. Amongst
other things, the book gave rules for the feeding of delicate
children, and there were also several different dietaries recommended
for adult persons suffering from the disease. One of these dietaries
amused him very much, because as far as the majority of those who
suffer from consumption are concerned, the good doctor might just as
well have prescribed a trip to the moon:
`Immediately on waking in the morning, half a pint of milk - this
should be hot,
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