The hush along the industrial front was almost unearthly. Could it be that everyone was just hard at work?
In Florida the sun shone brightly on a group of old men. There was 76-year-old Bill Green, a little deafer and shakier than he was last year; Big Bill Hutcheson, of the carpenters; Dan Tobin, of the teamsters; John Lewis, of the coal miners. They, and eleven others, were the executive council of the A.F.L., the bosses of more than 7,000,000 workingmen, assembled at Miami's Alcazar Hotel for their annual winter powwow.
President Green...
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