the ragged trousered philanthropists-第156章
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Druids； been elected President of the Skull and Crossbones Boys' Society； and； although he was not himself an abstainer； he was so friendly to Temperance that he had on several occasions； taken the chair at teetotal meetings； to say nothing of the teas to the poor school children and things of that sort。 In short； he had been quite an active politician； in the Tory sense of the word； for months past and the poor Liberals had not smelt a rat until the election was sprung upon them。
A hurried meeting of the Liberal Three Hundred was held； and a deputation sent to London to find a candidate but as there was only a week before polling day they were unsuccessful in their mission。 Another meeting was held； presided over by Mr Adam Sweater … Rushton and Didlum also being present。
Profound dejection was depicted on the countenances of those assembled slave…drivers as they listened to the delegates' report。 The sombre silence that followed was broken at length by Mr Rushton； who suddenly started up and said that he began to think they had made a mistake in going outside the constituency at all to look for a man。 It was strange but true that a prophet never received honour in his own land。 They had been wasting the precious time running about all over the country； begging and praying for a candidate； and overlooking the fact that they had in their midst a gentleman … a fellow townsman； who； he believed； would have a better chance of success than any stranger。 Surely they would all agree … if they could only prevail upon him to stand … that Adam Sweater would be an ideal Liberal Candidate！
While Mr Rushton was speaking the drooping spirits of the Three Hundred were reviving； and at the name of Sweater they all began to clap their hands and stamp their feet。 Loud shouts of enthusiastic approval burst forth； and cries of ‘Good old Sweater' resounded through the room。
When Sweater rose to reply； the tumult died away as suddenly as it had commenced。 He thanked them for the honour they were conferring upon him。 There was no time to waste in words or idle compliments； rather than allow the Enemy to have a walk…over； he would accede to their request and contest the seat。
A roar of applause burst from the throats of the delighted Three Hundred。
Outside the hail in which the meeting was being held a large crowd of poverty…stricken Liberal working men； many of them wearing broken boots and other men's cast…off clothing； was waiting to hear the report of the slave…drivers' deputation； and as soon as Sweater had consented to be nominated； Didlum rushed and opened the window overlooking the street and shouted the good news down to the crowd； which joined in the cheering。 In response to their demands for a speech； Sweater brought his； obese carcass to the window and addressed a few words to them； reminding them of the shortness of the time at their disposal； and intreating them to work hard in order that the Grand old Flag might be carried to victory。
At such times these people forgot all about unemployment and starvation； and became enthusiastic about ‘Grand old Flags'。 Their devotion to this flag was so great that so long as they were able to carry it to victory； they did not mind being poverty stricken and hungry and ragged； all that mattered was to score off their hated ‘enemies' their fellow countrymen the Tories； and carry the grand old flag to victory。 The fact that they had carried the flag to victory so often in the past without obtaining any of the spoils； did not seem to damp their ardour in the least。 Being philanthropists； they were content … after winning the victory … that their masters should always do the looting。
At the conclusion of Sweater's remarks the philanthropists gave three frantic cheers and then someone in the crowd shouted ‘What's the colour？' After a hasty consultation with Rushton； who being a ‘master' decorator； was thought to be an authority on colours … green … grass green … was decided upon； and the information was shouted down to the crowd； who cheered again。 Then a rush was made to Sweater's Emporium and several yards of cheap green ribbon were bought； and divided up into little pieces； which they tied into their buttonholes； and thus appropriately decorated； formed themselves into military order； four deep； and marched through all the principal streets； up and down the Grand Parade； round and round the Fountain； and finally over the hill to Windley； singing to the tune of ‘Tramp； tramp； tramp； the Boys are marching'：
‘Vote； Vote； Vote for Adam Sweater！ Hang old Closeland on a tree！ Adam Sweater is our man； And we'll have him if we can； Then we'll always have the biggest loaf for tea。'
The spectacle presented by these men … some of them with grey heads and beards … as they marked time or tramped along singing this childish twaddle； would have been amusing if it had not been disgusting。
By way of variety they sang several other things； including：
‘We'll hang ole Closeland On a sour apple tree；'
and
‘Rally； Rally； men of Windley For Sweater's sure to win。'
As they passed the big church in Quality Street； the clock began to strike。 It was one of those that strike four chimes at each quarter of the hour。 It was now ten o'clock so there were sixteen musical chimes：
Ding； dong！ Ding Dong！ Ding dong！ Ding dong！ Ding dong！ Ding dong！ Ding dong！ Ding dong！
They all chanted A…dam Sweat…er' in time with the striking clock。 In the same way the Tories would chant： ‘Grab … all Close … land！ Grab … all Close … land！ Grab … all Close … land！ Grab … all Close … land！'
The town was soon deluged with mendacious literature and smothered with huge posters：
‘Vote for Adam Sweater！ The Working…man's Friend！' ‘Vote for Sweater and Temperance Reform。' ‘Vote for Sweater … Free Trade and Cheap Food。'
or
‘Vote for D'Encloseland： Tariff Reform and Plenty of Work！'
This beautiful idea … ‘Plenty of Work' … appealed strongly to the Tory workmen。 They seemed to regard themselves and their children as a sort of machines or beasts of burden； created for the purpose of working for the benefit of other people。 They did not think it right that they should Live； and enjoy the benefits of civilization。 All they desired for themselves and their children was ‘Plenty of Work'。
They marched about the streets singing their Marseillaise； ‘Work； Boys； Work and be contented'； to the tune of ‘Tramp； tramp； tramp the Boys are marching'； and at intervals as they tramped along； they gave three cheers for Sir Graball； Tariff Reform； and … Plenty of Work。
Both sides imported gangs of hired orators who held forth every night at the corners of the principal streets； and on the open spaces from portable platforms； and from motor cars and lorries。 The Tories said that the Liberal Party in the House of Commons was composed principally of scoundrels and fools； the Liberals said that the Tory Party were fools and scoundrels。 A host of richly dressed canvassers descended upon Windley in carriages and motor cars； and begged for votes from the poverty…stricken working men who lived there。
One evening a Liberal demonstration was held at the Cross Roads on Windley Hill。 Notwithstanding the cold weather； there was a great crowd of shabbily dressed people； many of whom had not had a really good meal for months。 It was a clear night。 The moon was at the full； and the scene was further illuminated by the fitful glare of several torches； stuck on the end of twelve…foot poles。 The platform was a large lorry； and there were several speakers； including Adam Sweater himself and a real live Liberal Peer … Lord Ammenegg。 This individual had made a considerable fortune in the grocery and provision line； and had been elevated to the Peerage by the last Liberal Government on account of his services to the Party； and in consideration of other considerations。
Both Sweater and Ammenegg were to speak at two other meetings that night and were not expected at Windley
