ABSTRACT
The man in the street and the lady at the counter may claim that they have never heard of the report upon sweating which is associated with the name of Lord Dunraven. The exhibition, so far from exaggerating the truth, has, in fact, only told the half of it. There, it is true, were the workers, seated at their tasks, but the conditions at the Queen’s Hall are obviously much more favourable to health than those which actually exist in the homes. It is only when people turn from the exhibition itself to the illustrated hand-book, with its photographs and descriptions of home life in the East End and elsewhere – it is only then that people realise, what a vast sum of human misery is represented by these few, isolated examples of what sweating means. The Sweating Exhibition is an indictment of luxury. It is a plain a message to the smart set – a terrible condemnation of Belgravia.
