Just before 9 o'clock one morning last week, 600 pickets blocked the doors of the New York Stock and Curb Exchanges. Raucous and cocky, they greeted brokers and clerks with jeers, catcalls and boos. Girls who went into the building entered into a bedlam of epithets such as "stinking tomato" and "scab bitch." Wall Street wondered what had happened: the pickets did not seem to be the white-collar clerks, runners and telephone operators of the A.F.L. United Financial Employes, who had called a strike at the exchanges. Most of them weren't.
They...
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