John Lewis, his fortunes up again, was still as surly as ever. As he stalked from an elevator in Washington's Carlton Hotel, he encountered a waiting newsman, who observed: "You must be very happy, Mr. Lewis." John L. growled: "I'm afraid you're stretching your imagination a bit."
By any stretch of the imagination, the only reason there seemed to be for John Lewis' scowl was force of habit—or a victory too easily won. With almost cynical resignation the coal operators had caved in to his demands. U.S. Steel's Ben Fairless and Pittsburgh Consolidation...
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