The workingman strode on, but had gone only a few steps when he turned back.
Arthur sprang up as if he suddenly remembered that he was a workingman.
A great deal has been said, from time to time, about the workingman.
He had told her, with that sardonic smile, that he was a workingman.
What has wrought those great changes in the conditions of the workingman?
Of course you would, being a sensible, hard-headed American workingman.
But without labor, even if bread should cost but a penny a pound, the workingman is compelled to die of hunger.
How different from this is Shakespeare's conception of the place of the workingman in society!
In the light of later events it is interesting to sketch briefly the development of the political power of the workingman.
Yes, the workingman, if he only knew it, is wearing the imperial robe.