The crocuses were out and so were the miners. According to custom, the strike began on the first minute of All Fools' Day, but affected no mine schedules until 24 hours later.
There was no fuss or picketing. The mighty U.M.W., long since as disciplined as a squad of marines, needed only a flick of John L. Lewis' shaggy black brows. In 23 states, 400,000 miners simply stayed home to spade their gardens, wet a line in a good sucker stream or sit back and warm a well-calloused toe on the kitchen stove. Mine operators sent all but a skeleton force of...
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