"Wipe all cabs off the streets," was the imperious order. "Not a wheel will roll," was the chesty prediction. Mighty John L. Lewis and the grabbag District 50 of the United Mine Workers had gone to the big city: they were going to take over New York City's 36,000 hackies and mechanics, and force union recognition from the taxi owners. They might even get more money for the men.
Old John L. was a hotshot around the coal tipples, but on the sidewalks of New York he turned out to be strictly a stiff with...
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