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No Use for Donk Twits
VANISHING ACT BY THE UNION BOSS
"As the strike that ate Broadway stretched through its second week with no end in sight, an absence was felt yesterday on the picket line. Where was union chief James Claffey? Three miserable-looking stagehands, shoulders stooped, coffee cold, stumbled in the drizzle around the Richard Rodgers Theatre, where a sign proclaimed that Kevin Kline was appearing in "Cyrano." Not today.
I approached a man who wore a sign detailing his many complaints. He said gruffly, "We're not allowed to talk. None of us is allowed to talk."
Where, oh where, is Mr. Claffey - the proud stagehand and union honcho who is leading this strike?"
A concerned Progressive worrying about his loyal, dues-paying members?
"As the strike that ate Broadway stretched through its second week with no end in sight, an absence was felt yesterday on the picket line. Where was union chief James Claffey? Three miserable-looking stagehands, shoulders stooped, coffee cold, stumbled in the drizzle around the Richard Rodgers Theatre, where a sign proclaimed that Kevin Kline was appearing in "Cyrano." Not today.
I approached a man who wore a sign detailing his many complaints. He said gruffly, "We're not allowed to talk. None of us is allowed to talk."
Where, oh where, is Mr. Claffey - the proud stagehand and union honcho who is leading this strike?"
A concerned Progressive worrying about his loyal, dues-paying members?