It was an old record, the needle stuck in a groove, stuttering the same strident chords, assailing ears that had grown weary of the tune. Going into its second month, New York's newspaper strike had turned into something of a bore. Manhattan readers grazed on a new crop of strike-born dailies, none of which served as a satisfactory substitute for the missing newspapers. In their separate camps, the publishers and the striking printers hibernated like bears waiting for spring.
Severe Handicap. But if the strike was a bore, it was also a painfully expensive one. The American Newspaper Guild ran out of...
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