There had been a breakdown with the conveyer on No. 3 district and output was down for the day, In-Stead of the usual 300 tons only 125 were forthcoming, 'The fireman oxpected to hear a few home truths When he went to explain, but the manager weighed in first, "D'ye Know how many men you've tot down there?" he shouted, "Sixty-three! Sixly-three men for 125 tons, Less than' two fons a_man, What do they Uhine they're "getting, coal or a blasted butter ration?
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