0, it is excellent to have a giant's strength. . . .
The giant stalked around his large office in Washington last week opening telegrams, growling at awed associates and champing at cigars.
"Prosecute mefor what?" he thundered. "We are exercising our right to strike. That breaks no law. . . . Let them seize the mines. That won't produce any coal. .
John Lewis spat the shreds of his cigar halfway across the room.
His soft-coal miners, out since April 1, were solidly behind him. Nor were they particularly dismayed at being out of work. They had had a wonderful winter and...