Along with the robin horde, the capital's surest harbinger of spring appeared last week in Washington: John Lewis, pallid as a mushroom, clothed like a mortician, was on the job. "The winter is now gone," he said. He had arrived to talk about a coal strike.
He had served notice of a "dispute" on Feb. 2. Thus he could legally clap the mines shut on the miners' strike day, April 1. Last year he had won a 10ยข-a-ton royalty for an old-age and welfare fund (now swollen into a $29.5 million kitty). But not a nickel of the fund "had been distributed....
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