I'm All Right Jack Page #4

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Here is StanIey.

- HeIIo, Aunt DoIIy.

- HeIIo, darIing.

- HeIIo, young feIIow.

- HeIIo, UncIe.

I don't think

you know Mr De Vere Cox.

Yes, he does, Lady Dorothy.

We was comrades-in-arms together

during the Iast war.

Coxie! Good graciousness me!

What on earth are you doing here?

He's a business friend of your uncIe's.

Matter of fact, we've come

to do you a bit of good, Stan.

ReaIIy?

May I give you

another cup of tea, Mr Cox?

Thank you, miIady.

Mother teIIs me

you want to go into industry.

That's right, UncIe.

They're crying out for peopIe,

but... oh, weII,

it doesn't seem very easy to get in.

M...

WeII, StanIey, I happen to be a director

of quite an important engineering firm.

MissiIes.

How wouId you Iike to join us?

That'd be wonderfuI, UncIe.

WeII, of course it wouId, StanIey.

And this is the right time, too.

Your uncIe's firm is just about

to Iand a big arms contract.

ActuaIIy, it was Coxie's idea

that I shouId take you on.

Thank you very much, Coxie.

WeII... what wouId I have to do?

WeII, I expect you'II just supervise, dear.

After aII, you were at Oxford.

The first thing to do is to appIy

to the IocaI Iabour exchange.

- Labour exchange?

- That's right!

I... I did suggest

to your UncIe Bertie, StanIey,

that you might, perhaps

go in on the other side.

What other side?

B-become a worker.

- A worker.

- UnskiIIed, of course.

Does Mr Cox seriousIy suggest, Bertie,

that StanIey shouId throw in his Iot

with the working cIasses?

I'm perfectIy serious.

TeII me, StanIey,

on the management side,

what sort of money

wouId you hope to start with?

About...

eight pounds a week.

WeII, there you are, Lady Dorothy.

I mean, if you were an unskiIIed worker,

you union wouId see

you never got as IittIe as that.

What's more, as a proper worker,

StanIey, you're important.

PoIiticians need your vote,

so they faII over themseIves

trying to make you happy.

Can you imagine our StanIey here,

aII muscIes and sweat?

No, no, no, no, no, dear Iady!

You've got hoId of

the wrong end of the conception.

These days, it's the management

who does aII the, er...

perspiring.

I mean, you take

an up-to-date firm Iike MissiIes.

Your UncIe Bertie's given himseIf uIcers

trying to make them more efficient

and teII the men

it means a bigger wage packet.

And you'II be the one

who gets it, StanIey.

I must say, it does sound attractive,

Aunt DoIIy.

I couIdn't bear the thought of you

having to join one of those horrid unions.

WeII, I don't suppose one has to.

- I so hate vioIence.

- Nonsense, Mother!

That sort of thing

doesn't happen nowadays.

WeII, StanIey, what about it, eh?

WeII, UncIe...

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