Abe and Morris took the stairs leading to the upper floor three at a jump, and arrived breathlessly in the workroom just as fifty-odd employees were putting on their coats preparatory to leaving.
"What's the matter?" Abe gasped.
"Strike," Goldman, the foreman, replied.
"A strike!" Morris cried. "What for a strike?"
Goldman shrugged his shoulders.
"Comes a walking delegate by the opposite side of the street and makes with his hands motions," he explained. "So they goes out on strike."
Few of the striking operators could speak English, but those that did nodded their corroboration.
"For what you strike?" Morris asked them.
"Moost strike," one of them replied. "Ven varking delegate say moost strike, ve moost strike."
Sadly Abe and Morris watched their employees leave the building, and then they repaired to the show-room.