LABOR: Finish Fight?

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The glass transom was covered with cardboard. Outside the grey-enameled door stood three husky sergeants at arms. Newsmen, bored yet anxious, lounged on the chintz-covered sofas, listening for sounds from behind the guarded door. Occasionally there were voices, strident and angry; then long stretches of muffled buzz-buzz. Finally there came a burst of applause and then, to the tune of the Battle Hymn of the Republic, a full-throated rendition of Solidarity Forever!

They have taken untold millions that they never toiled to earn,

But without our brain and muscle not a single...

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