This property is mine, but the use of it is yours.
Don't you understand? You've said yourselves my word is as good as my
bond. Well, the factory is yours. I'm going to get away from it. You
take it and run it.
[_He gets his hat and coat._]
SIMPSON: What in thunder does he mean?
SALVATORE: Say, what's the game?
GIBSON: There it is! Take it and run it yourselves, for yourselves. It
belongs to every workman in the factory on equal shares. [_Throws keys
on table._] There are the keys of the safe, and the combination's in the
top drawer of that desk. It's all yours as it stands, down to the very
correspondence on that table, without any let, hindrance, or
interference from me.
FRANKEL [_hoarsely_]: Say! He means it!
SALVATORE: All the money ours?
GIBSON: The money for every piano you make and sell is yours--every cent
of it.
MIFFLIN [_rising transfigured_]: Gentlemen, a glorious time has come!
This is an example to every employer of labour in our land. I thank that
power which destined all men to be equal both in service and reward that
I should have chanced to be present to see such a splendid band of
forward-looking fellows--of brothers, of comrades--come into their own!
Let us hope that this great moment but marks the beginning of an epoch
when every capitalist and manufacturer shall see the light as Mr. Gibson
has just done.
As spokesman for these--these men, Mr. Gibson, I would congratulate you
for anticipating the inevitable and certain world future! You have done
well for yourself to perceive it.
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