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As befitted the most powerful labor leader in the West, Seattle's bald, pink-faced Dave Beck toiled assiduously last week to satisfy the demands of protocol at the A.F.L. convention. He arrived in Cincinnati for the big doings as punctiliously as a good Moslem entering Mecca. He donned a proper hand-painted necktie, submitted cheerfully to interviews, and loitered diplomatically in the lobby of the Netherland Plaza Hotel, glad-handing rheumy and belligerent old union patriarchs.
But when the convention proper began, Teamster Czar Beck acted less like a union big shot than a man taking a rest cure at some...
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