The rainy afternoon skies hovered in leaden gloom above the modernistic A.F.L.-C.I.O. headquarters building on Washington's 16th Street. James Riddle Hoffa, president-elect of the International Brotherhood of Teamsters, scissored briskly up to the front entrance. A photographer asked him for just "one cheerful smile." Snapped Jimmy Hoffa cheerlessly: "Don't worry, kid. There'll be lots of them. Nothing has happened at all."
But it was about to happen just the same. The Teamsters, having been forewarned that they would be tossed out of the parent federation if Hoffa were elected president (TIME, Oct. 14), proved, by electing Jimmy and his pals,...
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