Since his labor-peace dove was discovered to be an old black carrion crow, John L. Lewis has scarcely raised his eyes from the pavement. But under his bushy eyebrows he has been toiling deviously away. Last week he corralled a handful of wandering dairy farmers and solemnly anointed them with membership in his United Mine Workers. He was gathering votes and manpower to recover his ascendancy in the C.I.O.
Kathryn the Great. Many months ago, Lewis seized on the Gas, By-Products, Coke & Chemical Division of his U.M.W., put an old &...
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