The Lawyer

A man made cloaks of material furnished. The man for whom
        the cloaks were made refused them: defects in the
        material. But the material was yours. But the defects were
        shown by white strings in the selvage; your cutter should
        have avoided them.
A woman fell downstairs; no light in the hallway. There was!
        but boys stole the electric bulbs. The janitor was told; he
        should have lit the gas.
Water from the chop-suey joint upstairs came through the
        ceiling upon our silk. The water fell on a table where it
        damaged nothing; they took their silk, gone out of style,
        and dabbled it in the water. The silks were on the table to be cut.
Our union takes steam-shovel engineers only, but their union
        takes all kinds; they want to put us out of business. One
        of our men was on a job; they call out the locomotive
        engineers and make the boss—
Why was he spending his life in such squabbles?