LABOR: Song of Americans

You may make her fast and pack your gear

Leave her, Johnny, leave her.

And leave her moored to a West Street pier,

It's time for us to leave her.

—From "Songs of American Sailormen" Cursing the Government, Johnny left her. He left her moored to West Street piers in Manhattan, to the Embarcadero in San Francisco, to the docks of Boston, Seattle and New Orleans. Last week Johnny was on the biggest maritime strike in U.S. history—a strike, moreover, in theory as well as fact against the Government.

The Hitch. The Government's troubles with Johnny began last spring, when, as now, the...

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