To his National Maritime Union, convention-anchored at Cleveland, Skipper Joe Curran hollered from the bridge in rough and hearty iron-man style. His shout shivered the political timbers of some of his delegates. There was some question about whether he was really navigating—or whether he was acting under sealed orders. In any case, war between Germany and Russia called for a new compass course from Skipper Curran. Thereupon he flung N.M.U.'s helm hard astarboard, neatly following the latest zig in the Communist Party zigzag.
New course: ". . . We recognize the present...
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