At 9:15 Mrs. Edgar R. Ailes had just finished the breakfast dishes and was reading the morning paper in her kitchen. Puzzled by a muffled sound of singing, she walked to a front window and looked out. What she saw sent her rushing to phone her husband, treasurer of the strike-bound Detroit Steel Products Co.
Outside, 63 United Auto Workers pickets tromped the sidewalk, brandished their placards ("No peace with piecework"), chanted their songs ("Ailes is a horse thief, we shall not be moved"). As a 25-man detachment of Detroit's riot squad roared up in answer to Husband Ailes's summons, the marchers...