Dublin 1913
My name is Betty Rafferty. A few weeks ago I had to leave school and go out to work in a cake shop, serving fancy cakes to rude, rich people. No choice.
But since then so much has happened. It all started when old Miss Warby took our pay away. And we walked out
The whole city - well, all us union members - are going out on strike. Even my dog Earnshaw has joined in
Life on the picket line in the lashing rain...