It looked like a holiday. In their Sabbath best, 57,000 ladies' dressmakers poured from their cubicle workrooms one day* last week and onto the pavement of twelve mid-Manhattan blocks along and around Seventh Avenue, the throbbing heart of the New York City garment trade that produces 72% of all U.S. dresses. Babbling happily in the accents of Poland, Puerto Rico, Italy and Brooklyn, they marched half a mile up Eighth
Avenue to Madison Square Garden. There, cherubic Union Boss Dave Dubinsky, his arms windmilling from atop a prizefight ring, officially proclaimed the...
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