On all the grimy little cottages of Clydebank, Scotland there was bunting last week. Policemen on the corners smiled right round the chin straps of their helmets. Down the cobbled street came the sharp squeal of bagpipes. Four hundred workmen, their tool bags slung over their shoulders, tramped behind the pipers and gaily sang "The Cunarder's restarting!" to the tune of "The Campbells are Coming." Through the gates of the John Brown Shipyard they went, and other workmen, busy on the 8,000-ton motorship for the New Zealand trade and several other ships, cheered...
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