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In London a century ago Charles Dickens got a job in a warehouse at Old Hungerford Stairs. There for twelve hours a day he tied up pot after pot of blacking, stuck labels on them, earned barely enough to eat. Years later Dickens, out of the bitterness of his own heart, wrote the horrors of child exploitation into his stories of Oliver Twist, undertaker's apprentice and thief, and of David Copperfield who toiled long'and dismally for a London wine merchant. All England was shocked and startled by Dickens' tut ionized propaganda. Resentment...
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