Never forget that a workingman is not a slave, and that whoever is not a workingman is a lazy drone.
The workingman and the employer, then, understood each other perfectly.
Arthur sprang up as if he suddenly remembered that he was a workingman.
Joyce judged that the rough tones of the answer came from a workingman.
He had told her, with that sardonic smile, that he was a workingman.
The workingman of to-day lives better than the kings of the Middle Ages.
Of course you would, being a sensible, hard-headed American workingman.
How different from this is Shakespeare's conception of the place of the workingman in society!
Yes, the workingman, if he only knew it, is wearing the imperial robe.
That a workingman always eats what is in his dinnerpail with great relish.