Back during the early days of the 1900s, it seems that a fellow started out early toward his place of employment. No sooner had he closed the door, however, than he noticed his neighbor reposing comfortably in front of his house. Walking a bit further down the street, he paused to speak to the man's wife, who was busy shoveling coal behind the house.
"Good morning," said he, "lovely morning."
"Same to you, I'm sure," came the reply.
"I see your husband is taking his ease. Sick, is he?"
"No, he's acting in sympathy with the coal strike."
"How is that?" inquired the man.
"Not a lump of coal will the man touch while the strike lasts," she muttered. "So you'll understand whose job it now is to build the fire ..."