Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, Oh! was the tune for the bands one morning last week when John L. Lewis walked into a hall at Columbus, Ohio. On the platform he paused for a word with his daughter, Kathryn, large and placid in a black dress. He mouthed his after-breakfast cigar, chatted, paced up & down until an introductory orator droned: "I give you . . ." Only then did the finest actor in U. S. Labor turn to the crowd. Grey hairs laced his black mane. His squat body was taut and still. One hand...
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