A Poem on Compensation, 1913.
(A writer in the London Chronicle has versified his idea of certain effects of the British Workmen’s Compensation Act, as reproduced below.)
Found in the May 1913 issue of The Travelers Standard, Volume 1, Number 8, page 176..
Mary Ann, while cutting bread,
Cut her finger. With elation
Mary Ann went off to bed,
William Jones, while carting coke,
Bruised his shin. With jubilation
William cried: “A happy stroke,
One year’s compensation!”
Charles, the waiter, dropped the cheese,
Hurt his toe; – retired from waiting.
Six months claim, At Brighton he’s
Jane, while cooking, trod and slid
On some fat, and fell obliquely; —
Drawing two pounds weekly.
Jack, the hodman, scratched his wrist,
Scratched it with a scaffold splinter; —
On the compensation list;
Resting for the winter.
On a job at Maiden Vale,
With his hammer, Green the plumber
Hit the wrong nail (finger nail);
Resting till next summer.
Bless the goodness and the grace
And the thoughtful legislation
That conferred upon our race,