As the country turned a wry eye on the American Federation of Labor, that organization of comfortable, well-heeled bosses, pious apologists, racketeers and honest laboring men moved in on Seattle for its 61st annual convention.
As President William Green's train arrived in the station, a brass band played loudly. Mr. Green, momentarily thrilled, discovered that it was the University of Washington band giving a send-off to its football team. Pausing long enough to promise newsmen that A.F. of L. would "take a strong stand against racketeering," he piled into a car and...
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