It was like old times. John Llewellyn Lewis, hair still flying in the draft of that old invisible vacuum cleaner, stomped majestically into the solidly packed House Caucus Room, took his place at the microphone, glowered briefly at his audience, and unleashed a torrent of colorful abuse against all the labor-reform bills now before Congress. The years had left their mark on the old ham: the massive shoulders were stooped, the magnificent mop of hair had turned white, and the hedgerow eyebrows were frosted with grey. But John L. Lewis, now in his 80th year, was the same...
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