In a parlor in Washington's Hotel Statler, eight frazzled negotiators sat silent for minutes at a time, pulling on cigars or cigarettes and staring morosely into space. On streamlined, shocking-pink armchairs sat the stubborn coal operators: George Love, Joseph Moody, Harvey Cartwright, Harry Moses; the stubborn miners: Thomas Kennedy, John Owens, William Mitch. On a pea-green sofa sat the grandiloquent John L. Lewis.
At week's end came news that Lewis' brother Thomas, in ill health for years, had shot and killed himself, and John went to Springfield, Ill for the funeral; he...
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