Full up and fed up; the worker's mind in crowded Britain . g into the EastIndia dock. It gave a chance to jump down into the hght-ers and to heft the huge ivory tusks, some of them nearlytwelve feet long from their sharp points to where they seemto have been torn out by the roots—some of them coloredlike a fine old pipe, others carved fancifully to show acrocodile swallowing a long snake which in turn is swal-lowing a frog—tons and tons of these tusks thrown care-lessly out of the big East Indian liner into the waitingbarge, by which most of the freight seems to be taken tothe various markets
Full up and fed up; the worker's mind in crowded Britain . g into the EastIndia dock. It gave a chance to jump down into the hght-ers and to heft the huge ivory tusks, some of them nearlytwelve feet long from their sharp points to where they seemto have been torn out by the roots—some of them coloredlike a fine old pipe, others carved fancifully to show acrocodile swallowing a long snake which in turn is swal-lowing a frog—tons and tons of these tusks thrown care-lessly out of the big East Indian liner into the waitingbarge, by which most of the freight seems to be taken tothe various markets or storage places farther up in Lon-don. A short distance away it was possible to taste thefoot sugar from Madras or the copra or cocoanut shelland cocoanut meat from various Oriental places—hardly any tastier than the sheeps wool, the worn-out autotires, the jute, or the coffee. All these things seem to look good to the dockers or « ^ tm.^^ DOCKERS UNLOADING COPRA OR COCOAN L T .MEAT FOR MAKINGOIL, CATTLE-FOOD, AND OLEOMARGARINE AT A LONDON THEY TELLS US AS OW WE SHOULD SIVE OUR ERE WE ARE! Getting bits of coal from the ash heap in an industrial centre. (With the instinctof ilie eternal feminine, tlie lady has remov(>d her cap in order to be at her best.) INTO STRANGE WATERS 19 stevedores, for they spell bread and butter—or, at worst,marge as they call oleomargarine—at the rate of sixteenbob a day of eight hours. From the way they put theirshoulders under the great bags, many of them weighingtwo himdred pounds, Id say they aient afraid of work bya long shot. As soon as the winch—or the hydraulic crane—has deposited the load of bales and bundles on the dock^they seem to tear into them in proper style. In a momentthey get their truck loaded and off down the way to thelighter, indulging occasionally in banter and language thatwould make even my old friends on the open-hearth floortake off their hats—some of it too curdled for an Amer-ican to un
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