Modern civilization in its complicated forms is built around the press. A city without newspapers is like a room without air, and the larger the gathering in the room, the less can air be dispensed with. Yet last week New York City underwent a pressmen's strike and still breathes. And this is the story:
The public went to their beds one night confident that next morning the sun would rise and their newspapers appear on the breakfast table. Next morning the sun rose. But it was not until three the next afternoon that...