The Bread Trick
The Bread Trick
from Stephen Lowe’s play based on the novel Ragged Trousered Philanthropists by Robert Tressle.
PHILP: Gentl'men. Professor Owen is goin' to give us 'is well known lecture, Money the Main Cause of Bein' Ard Up, proving as money an't no good to nobody. At the hend a collection will be took to encourage the lecturer.
OWEN: Let me eat me dinner.
PHILP: Come on, Frank.
CRASS: See, It's all very good saying these things. Provin' it is a different thing.
OWEN: Right. I'll show you the great Money Trick. Now for the purpose of this demonstration I shall need the help of members of the audience. May I borrow your knife, sir?
(He collects knives from Harlow, Philpott, Easton)
OWEN. Has anybody got any bread they can spare?
(He adds the bread he collects to his own) I
OWEN: These pieces of bread represent the raw materials which exist naturally in and on the earth for the use o mankind; they were not made by any human being, but were created by the the Great Spirit for the benefit and sustenance of all, the same as were the air and the light and the sun.
HARLOW: Well, that's nice and clear.
PHILP: Clear as mud.
OWEN: Now. I am a Capitalist. And all these raw materials belong to me. Don't matter for now how I got hold of them, or whether I have any right to them. Fact is that all the raw materials are now the property of the Landlord and Capitalist class. That's me.
PHILP: Good enough.
OWEN: And you three. (Harlow, Easton, Philpott) are the Working Classes; you have nothing and while I've got all this raw material, they are no use to me what I need are the things that are made out of these raw materials by Work; but I am too lazy to work myself, so I haye invented the Great Money Trick to make you work for me. Now not only do I own all the raw materials, but these three knives stand for all the machinery, all the tools of production; factories, railways. And these three coins (takes three hal/pennies from his pocket) stand for my Money Capital. Got it?
CRASS: We got it. Git on with it. (Owen cuts on of the slices of bread into small square blocks)
OWEN: These squares represent the things which are produced by labour, aided by machinery, from the raw materials. Let's say three of these blocks make a week's work; And let's say each of these ha'pennies is a sovereign. We'd be able to do the trick better if we had real sovereigns, but I forgot to bring any with me.
PHILP: I'd lend you some. But I left me purse on the grand pianner.
OWEN: Now you three say you are in need of work, and as I am a kindhearted Capitalist I am going to invest all my money in industries, to give you PLENTY OF WORK. I'll pay you a pound a week, and for a week's work you must produce three of these square blocks. Then I give you a pound. I take what you produce, but you can do whatever you want with the pound. Fair enough? Set to then.
(The men cut the pieces into threes)
OWEN: Here's your pound. (he gathers the pieces to himself) Now these blocks represent the necessities of life. Food, Housing, Clothing, Everything. Now you can't five without them, so you-ve got to buy them off me. And my price for one of these is - one pound.
(The men buy and devour the bread)
OWEN: I'll have two 'cos Fm greedy. So I've got four pounds in produce, me three sovereigns back, what you got?
PHILP: Nothing. I just ate it.
OWEN: Want to work then, do you?
MEN: Ye' course we do.
OWEN: Off we go, then.
(They repeat this several times, until a pile of wealth has accumulated for the Capitalist). (Owen suddenly grabs back the knives from the men)
MEN: Here, what's going on?
OWEN: Bad news, chaps. Owing to Over Production all my warehouses are glutted with the necessaries of life. So I've decided to close down the works.
PHILP: What the bloody 'ell are we to do then?
OWEN: That's not my business. I've paid your wages, fair and square,
given you PLENTY OF WORK for a long time. No more work at present. Come round in a couple of months.
HARLOW: But what about the necessaries of life? We've got to eat someat, an't we?
OWEN: Course you have. And I shall be very pleased to sell you some.
EASTON: But we ain't got no bleedin' money.
OWEN: Well, you don't expect me to gi' you my stuff for nothing. You din't work for me for nothing. I paid you. You should have saved something. Should havo been thrifty, like me!
PHILP: Here, if you don't gi'us something, what's to stop us takin' it.
OWEN: I appeal to your sense of decency. Fair play.
PHILP: That don't wash wi' us, mate. We're hungry.
OWEN: If you are not more polite, I'll have to get my friends the police down here, and they may be forced to bash your faces in, so as to protect an honest man from villains.
HARLOW: Well, that about takes the biskit.
EASTON: What are we going to do?
PHILP: We'll 'ave to 'ave an unemployed procession.
(They make a procession).
MEN: (sing) We got no work to do We got no work to do. We've been working too damned hard. We've got no work to do.
(The crowd jeer at them, and ity to spit in their hats)
PHILP: We won't get nothing out of this lot. Let's try the old religious dodge, that always makes them part up.
HARLOW: Trim your feeble lamp ....
(The others join in the song. At the end the kind Capitalist drops a coin in)
PHILP: A sovereign. Bless you, sir.
OWEN: What are you goin' to do wi' it, my good man?
PHILP: Buy food.
OWEN: There you are. (He takes the coin back)
(The unemployed sing For He's A Jolly Good Fellow).
HARLOW: Here, Mr Kind Capitalist, would you allow us to elect you to Parliament?
(BLACKOUT)
from Stephen Lowe’s play based on the novel Ragged Trousered Philanthropists by Robert Tressle.
PHILP: Gentl'men. Professor Owen is goin' to give us 'is well known lecture, Money the Main Cause of Bein' Ard Up, proving as money an't no good to nobody. At the hend a collection will be took to encourage the lecturer.
OWEN: Let me eat me dinner.
PHILP: Come on, Frank.
CRASS: See, It's all very good saying these things. Provin' it is a different thing.
OWEN: Right. I'll show you the great Money Trick. Now for the purpose of this demonstration I shall need the help of members of the audience. May I borrow your knife, sir?
(He collects knives from Harlow, Philpott, Easton)
OWEN. Has anybody got any bread they can spare?
(He adds the bread he collects to his own) I
OWEN: These pieces of bread represent the raw materials which exist naturally in and on the earth for the use o mankind; they were not made by any human being, but were created by the the Great Spirit for the benefit and sustenance of all, the same as were the air and the light and the sun.
HARLOW: Well, that's nice and clear.
PHILP: Clear as mud.
OWEN: Now. I am a Capitalist. And all these raw materials belong to me. Don't matter for now how I got hold of them, or whether I have any right to them. Fact is that all the raw materials are now the property of the Landlord and Capitalist class. That's me.
PHILP: Good enough.
OWEN: And you three. (Harlow, Easton, Philpott) are the Working Classes; you have nothing and while I've got all this raw material, they are no use to me what I need are the things that are made out of these raw materials by Work; but I am too lazy to work myself, so I haye invented the Great Money Trick to make you work for me. Now not only do I own all the raw materials, but these three knives stand for all the machinery, all the tools of production; factories, railways. And these three coins (takes three hal/pennies from his pocket) stand for my Money Capital. Got it?
CRASS: We got it. Git on with it. (Owen cuts on of the slices of bread into small square blocks)
OWEN: These squares represent the things which are produced by labour, aided by machinery, from the raw materials. Let's say three of these blocks make a week's work; And let's say each of these ha'pennies is a sovereign. We'd be able to do the trick better if we had real sovereigns, but I forgot to bring any with me.
PHILP: I'd lend you some. But I left me purse on the grand pianner.
OWEN: Now you three say you are in need of work, and as I am a kindhearted Capitalist I am going to invest all my money in industries, to give you PLENTY OF WORK. I'll pay you a pound a week, and for a week's work you must produce three of these square blocks. Then I give you a pound. I take what you produce, but you can do whatever you want with the pound. Fair enough? Set to then.
(The men cut the pieces into threes)
OWEN: Here's your pound. (he gathers the pieces to himself) Now these blocks represent the necessities of life. Food, Housing, Clothing, Everything. Now you can't five without them, so you-ve got to buy them off me. And my price for one of these is - one pound.
(The men buy and devour the bread)
OWEN: I'll have two 'cos Fm greedy. So I've got four pounds in produce, me three sovereigns back, what you got?
PHILP: Nothing. I just ate it.
OWEN: Want to work then, do you?
MEN: Ye' course we do.
OWEN: Off we go, then.
(They repeat this several times, until a pile of wealth has accumulated for the Capitalist). (Owen suddenly grabs back the knives from the men)
MEN: Here, what's going on?
OWEN: Bad news, chaps. Owing to Over Production all my warehouses are glutted with the necessaries of life. So I've decided to close down the works.
PHILP: What the bloody 'ell are we to do then?
OWEN: That's not my business. I've paid your wages, fair and square,
given you PLENTY OF WORK for a long time. No more work at present. Come round in a couple of months.
HARLOW: But what about the necessaries of life? We've got to eat someat, an't we?
OWEN: Course you have. And I shall be very pleased to sell you some.
EASTON: But we ain't got no bleedin' money.
OWEN: Well, you don't expect me to gi' you my stuff for nothing. You din't work for me for nothing. I paid you. You should have saved something. Should havo been thrifty, like me!
PHILP: Here, if you don't gi'us something, what's to stop us takin' it.
OWEN: I appeal to your sense of decency. Fair play.
PHILP: That don't wash wi' us, mate. We're hungry.
OWEN: If you are not more polite, I'll have to get my friends the police down here, and they may be forced to bash your faces in, so as to protect an honest man from villains.
HARLOW: Well, that about takes the biskit.
EASTON: What are we going to do?
PHILP: We'll 'ave to 'ave an unemployed procession.
(They make a procession).
MEN: (sing) We got no work to do We got no work to do. We've been working too damned hard. We've got no work to do.
(The crowd jeer at them, and ity to spit in their hats)
PHILP: We won't get nothing out of this lot. Let's try the old religious dodge, that always makes them part up.
HARLOW: Trim your feeble lamp ....
(The others join in the song. At the end the kind Capitalist drops a coin in)
PHILP: A sovereign. Bless you, sir.
OWEN: What are you goin' to do wi' it, my good man?
PHILP: Buy food.
OWEN: There you are. (He takes the coin back)
(The unemployed sing For He's A Jolly Good Fellow).
HARLOW: Here, Mr Kind Capitalist, would you allow us to elect you to Parliament?
(BLACKOUT)
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