The big paunchy figure of John Llewellyn Lewis straddled the nation last week, striding shadowily across innumerable newsreel screens, moving like a ponderous nightmare.
John L. Lewis dominated the stage. The huge spotlight of public attention played so exclusively on him that little else could be seen. And the stage was crowded with actors, the drama vast and profound.
The play began with a tiny incident, something as small as Ben Franklin's nail (for want of which a horseshoe was lost). And the result threatened to be as enormous as Franklin's disaster (for...
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