It was a grand night for George Meany, president of the A.F.L.-C.I.O. On his 68th birthday most of the boys on the 29-man Executive Council, winding up a four-day meeting in Chicago, were throwing him a party. They all sang Happy Birthday, and nobody joined in more lustily than the Automobile Workers' Walter Reuther. Indeed, Meany and Reuther seemed as ebulliently friendly as if they had just signed up management for a 35-hour coffee break. But the fact was that Meany and Reuther, who hate each other's insides.
had just gone through a...
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