Once upon a time, back before WWII, workers emerging from factory floors and rising with blackened faces from mines would carry their lunch pails and their weary bodies out to stand in line before a paymaster’s window. There, he doled out their daily earnings. A few dollars in hand, many then trudged, not home, but toward the nearest pub.

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