The Great Gargoyle of labor, as usual, seemed to enjoy himself. John L. Lewis was in his favorite positionprotruding from the nation's facade, making frightening faces. Washington had glimpses of him. He emerged from his stone headquarters on 15th and I Streets. He carried a cane, which he waved good-naturedly at sightseers. He was one of the capital's sights. He clumped to the elegant Carlton Hotel, chewing a cigar. He doffed his large hat to a lady acquaintance with a lorgnette. He sat enthroned in the Carlton's lobbythe picture of indifferent contempt....
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