Philip Murray, who a year ago stepped into John L. Lewis' squeaky shoes as president of C.I.O., last week had blisters on his heels and corns on his toes.
As C.I.O. began its fourth annual convention in old Moose Temple in Detroit, Murray was a footsore, angry man with just enough dry humor left to make one crack. Accepting a gavel from Pittsburgh steelworkers, he remarked wryly that he had had to stop Milwaukee delegates from presenting him with a piece of Wisconsin cheese. Said Murray with his thick Scots burr: "Whilst the...
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