In the dirty, malodorous flatlands of East Akron, where rubber workers live amid a pervading stench from the vats, there is widespread conviction that unionists who first perfected the U. S. sit-down technique cannot get much without fighting for it. On the heights of West Akron, where rubber executives live amid a stench diminished but not conquered by distance and altitude, there is an equally firm conviction that the flatland hordes will some day swarm up the hills, looting and shooting as they come. Last week Akron had a taste of trouble.
Depression...
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