human
Little Women and a
gpt
Little Colonel book and
human
Children of the Abbey that Dr. Nesbit was buying for Lila Van Dorn, the Doctor piped,
gpt
Well, George, they say you're getting to be a regular anarchist--the way you're talking about conditions in the Valley?
human
Not for a minute, answered Mr. Brotherton.
gpt
Why, man, all I said was that if the old spider kept making the men use that cheap powder that blows their eyes out and their hands off, and their legs off, they ought to unionize and strike. And if it was my job to handle that powder I'd tie the old devil on a blast and blow him into hamburger. Mr. Brotherton's rising emotions reddened his forehead under his thin hair, and pulled at his wind. He shook a weary head and leaned on a show case.
human
But I say, stand by the boys. Maybe it will make a year of bad times or maybe two; but what of that? It'll make better times in the end.
gpt
All right, George--go in. I glory in your spunk! chirped the Doctor as he put Lila's package under his arm.
human
Let me tell you something, he added,
gpt
I've got a bill I'm going to push in the next legislature that will knock a hole in that doctrine of the assumed risk of labor, you can drive a horse through. It makes the owners pay for the accidents of a trade, instead of hiding behind that theory, that a man assumes those risks when he takes a job.
human
How would that go?
gpt
Now you're shoutin', Doc. Bust a machine, and the company pays for it. Bust a man, the man pays for it or his wife and children or his friends or the county. That's not fair. A man's as much of a part of the cost of production as a machine!