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The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists is the classic working-class novel. It was written in 1906 by an impoverished house painter, Robert Tressell, and within its framework contains a manifesto for socialism. It tells of the appalling working conditions of a group of painters and decorators and their struggle to survive at the most basic level. It is moving, grimly humorous and tragic. It has sold over 6 million copies worldwide since it was published, and has the power to change lives.
Robert Tressell: The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (Abridged)
A Philosophical Discussion
'Why the bloody 'ell don't you leave the boy alone?'
Sometime previously…
'Yes,' said old Joe Philpot…
Easton stopped…
'Well if we're all wrong,' said Crass…
Nimrod: a Mighty Hunter…
He had not been getting his own back…
Linden was working at the vestibule doors…
As Owen thought of his child's future…
The Financiers
She had been what is called a 'slavey'…
'At last,' she said…
The Placard
It Is Not My Crime
A few years ago, the future…
The Exterminating Machines
Bert, was a lean, undersized boy…
'Oh, by the way,' said Easton…
Hands and Brains
Owen examined the photograph…
The Letting Of The Room
The Wages Of Intelligence
The Undeserving Persons…
'Religion is a thing…'
'It's all very well to talk…'
'I suppose you think…'
'The Duke of Southward…'
'Do you mean to say…'
True Freedom
'I'll tell you what!' he exclaimed…
The Lodger
This evening Slyme did not take the direct road…
The Forty Thieves
The Reign of Terror
The sound of Crass's whistle shrilled…
Owen proceeded to cut up one of the slices…
The unemployed looked blankly at each other…
The Phrenologist
Ruth
The cold night air felt cold and sweet…
The Oblong
Slyme suffered less…
When Philpot had finished…
'Poverty,' resumed the lecturer…
After a while…
All the workers are working and suffering…
The Slaughter
The Week Before Christmas
'That's the engine he talks so much about,' said Nora…
The Deserter
The Veteran
The Soldier's Children
Linden waited at a distance…
The Beginning Of The End
It was not a very large room…
Facing The 'Problem'
Vive La System!
One of the things…
Besides the work…
The Beano Meeting
June
Although it was nearly nine o'clock…
The Good Old Summer-time
Most of them spoke of those bygone times…
Harlow had just started painting…
Crass knew that when the men…
It was always the same…
One afternoon…
Most of the men were almost glad…
It is inevitable…
The cyclists rode away amid showers of stones…
They ran on after the van…
The Beano
Instructions had been given to the drivers…
As soon as dinner was over…
When they had done cheering…
'It may or may not be true,' began Barrington…
Protracted knocking on the tables…
In the coach presided over by Crass…
The Great Oration
Philpot had by this time…
In those days, a master painter…
More than one third of the children…
'I don't mind admitting…'
All the public land suitable for the purpose…
By this time the nation will be the sole employer…
'I should like to know…'
Under the present system…
'What about religion?' said Slyme…
'What about the Navy?' cried several voices…
The 'Sixty-five'
'Well, the only thing as I can see…'
The Ghouls
The Wise Men Of The East
The following evening…
'Your party persists…'
The Undesired
Sundered
It was arranged that Ruth…
The Widow's Son
Rushton was standing leaning over Miss Wade's chair…
A Philosophical Discussion