David Timson: The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists [Box]

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>Ragged Trousered Philanthropists By Robert Tressell, The (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
>Financiers, The
>She had been what is called a "slavery"...
>"At Last," she said...
>Placard, The
>It Is Not My Crime
>A few years ago, the future...
>Exterminating Machines, The
>Bert, was a lean, undersized boy...
>"Oh, by the way," said Easton...
>Hands and Brains
>Owen examined the photograph...
>Letting of the Room, The
>Wages of Intelligence, The
>Underserving Persons..., The
>Religion is a thing...
>It's all very well to talk...
>I suppose you think...
>Duke of Southward..., The
>Do you mean to say...
>True Freedom
>"I'll tell you what!" he exclaimed...
>Lodger, The
>This evening Slyme did not take the direct road...
>Forty Theives, The
>Reign of Terror, The
>sound of Crass's whistle shrilled..., The
>Owen proceeded to cut up one of the slices...
>unemploed looked blakly at each othe r..., The
>Phrenologist, The
>Ruth
>cold night air felt cold and sweet.. ., The
>Oblong, The
>Slyme suffered less...
>When Philpot had finished...
>"Poverty," resumed the lecturer...
>After a while...
>All the workers are working and suffering...
>Slaughter, The
>Week Before Christmas, The
>"That's the engine he talks so much about," said Nora...
>Deserter, The
>Veteran, The
>Soldier's Children, The
>Linden waited at a distance...
>Beginning of the End, The
>It was not a very large room...
>Facing the "Problem"
>Vive La System!
>One of the things...
>Besides the work...
>Beano Meeting, The
>June
>Although it was nearly nine o'clock...
>Good Old Summer-time, The
>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...
>cyclists rode away amid showers of s tone..., The
>They ran on after the van...
>Beano, The
>Instructions had been given to the drivers...
>As soon as dinner was over...
>When then had done cheering...
>"It may or may not be true," began Barrington...
>Protracted knocking on the tables...
>In the coach presided over by Crass...
>Great Oration, The
>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...
>"Sixty-Five", The
>Well, the only thing as I can see...
>Ghouls, The
>Wise Men of the East, The
>Following Evening..., The
>Your party persists...
>Undesired, The
>Sundered
>It was arranged that Ruth...
>Widow's Son, The
>Rushton was standing leaning over Miss Wade's chair
>It's a Far, Far Better Thing That I Do...
>End, The
>Nora sat sweing by the fireside...

Track List

>Ragged Trousered Philanthropists By Robert Tressell, The (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
>Financiers, The
>She had been what is called a "slavery"...
>"At Last," she said...
>Placard, The
>It Is Not My Crime
>A few years ago, the future...
>Exterminating Machines, The
>Bert, was a lean, undersized boy...
>"Oh, by the way," said Easton...
>Hands and Brains
>Owen examined the photograph...
>Letting of the Room, The
>Wages of Intelligence, The
>Underserving Persons..., The
>Religion is a thing...
>It's all very well to talk...
>I suppose you think...
>Duke of Southward..., The
>Do you mean to say...
>True Freedom
>"I'll tell you what!" he exclaimed...
>Lodger, The
>This evening Slyme did not take the direct road...
>Forty Theives, The
>Reign of Terror, The
>sound of Crass's whistle shrilled..., The
>Owen proceeded to cut up one of the slices...
>unemploed looked blakly at each othe r..., The
>Phrenologist, The
>Ruth
>cold night air felt cold and sweet.. ., The
>Oblong, The
>Slyme suffered less...
>When Philpot had finished...
>"Poverty," resumed the lecturer...
>After a while...
>All the workers are working and suffering...
>Slaughter, The
>Week Before Christmas, The
>"That's the engine he talks so much about," said Nora...
>Deserter, The
>Veteran, The
>Soldier's Children, The
>Linden waited at a distance...
>Beginning of the End, The
>It was not a very large room...
>Facing the "Problem"
>Vive La System!
>One of the things...
>Besides the work...
>Beano Meeting, The
>June
>Although it was nearly nine o'clock...
>Good Old Summer-time, The
>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...
>cyclists rode away amid showers of s tone..., The
>They ran on after the van...
>Beano, The
>Instructions had been given to the drivers...
>As soon as dinner was over...
>When then had done cheering...
>"It may or may not be true," began Barrington...
>Protracted knocking on the tables...
>In the coach presided over by Crass...
>Great Oration, The
>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...
>"Sixty-Five", The
>Well, the only thing as I can see...
>Ghouls, The
>Wise Men of the East, The
>Following Evening..., The
>Your party persists...
>Undesired, The
>Sundered
>It was arranged that Ruth...
>Widow's Son, The
>Rushton was standing leaning over Miss Wade's chair
>It's a Far, Far Better Thing That I Do...
>End, The
>Nora sat sweing by the fireside...

Album Notes

Liner Note Author: David Timson.

Author: Robert Tressell.

Editor: Andrew Riches.



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