To the editor,
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While I am impressed with Monica Kendrick’s brilliant Marxian analysis of the Chicago bar scene, and share her nostalgia for “sawdust-floored juke joints where down-and-outers paid pennies for stale beer scammed from higher-class establishments” as well as her haute working-class disdain for “scholarly…gray-headed Brits,” I am compelled by my own sense of petty righteousness to point out that her backhanded recommendation of a “bar that’s dealt such a nasty blow to labor recently” (Spot Check, January 11), aside from its blatant editorializing and one-sided portrayal of what the author well knows is a two-sided issue (“Clipped,” Post No Bills, by Peter Margasak, December 21), is a bit much. You’d think the California Clipper had enormous smokestacks belching thick clouds of cigar smoke into the heavens and a pipeline running straight from its tap into the Chicago River, marring the natural beauty of that pristine waterway with a sludgy residue of Guinness draught.
Labor
