In the month since a shotgun blast shattered his right arm, U.A.W. Chieftain Walter Reuther had been living in a quiet, antiseptic nightmare. In Detroit's new Grace Hospital he lay with the upper part of his body in a plaster cast, his bad arm held aloft by cords and pulleys. Occasionally he was given electric shocks to keep the arm from stiffening. He slept less than two hours in 24his pain was continuous and doctors were afraid that sedatives might hamper his recovery.
He could do two thingsstare at the white ceiling, and think. Last week Reuther told New York Post Reporter...
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