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of the men in a working class district have them on. In fact, they never wear anything but a cap.
So it was unusual to see this cap on a workman in America. He had it in his hand. He was twisting this cap around from hand to hand with a kind of embarrassment. This gesture of twisting his cap slowly was a sort of embarrassed gesture. It was like touching the cap to the squire, being very respectful, very apologetic, slightly embarrassed, and certainly very quiet and orderly.
I spoke to him. He spoke good English in a low tone of voice. He had a very broad cockney accent, which I knew was common in Australia. I don't know whether I knew that he was Australian at the time, or not. I probably did, but I hadn't thought much about it. He had this definite cockney accent and seemed like an English workman.
He addressed me in a very respectful way, expressed his appreciation for having been allowed to see me, which is, of course, also not what the average American does if he seeks an interview with a public official. He begins by saying, “How are you? I thought I'd like to see you?” He says something offhand, but there was nothing offhand in this man. He was very respectful and got right down
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