This guy’s likely currently demonstrating the adage: “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” His hard work is remembered, though. How many people reading this know how to use that drawknife he’s got, or has ever seen that “dumbhead” shaving horse he’s sitting on? Those shingles he’s making by hand come in a big cardboard box now, neat as pins, fashioned entirely by machines, and ready for your house.
It’s unlikely the modern fellow applying them to your house is wearing a fedora. Money ain’t dignity.