On each of the stiff-backed chairs in Cincinnati's old Music Hall was a foot-square poster labeled "The Champ." It was a picture of a fierce-eyed John L. Lewis, a cigar cocked in his mouth. The 3,000 delegates to the United Mine Workers Convention smiled in anticipation. John always gave them a roaring, rousing performance, and they knew who would catch it this year: the President of the U.S.
The old geyser did not fail them. He began with the charge that Harry Truman's veto of the Taft-Hartley Act was a piece of hypocrisy. "He did not try to have his veto sustained...
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