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MOTION-PICTURE JURISDICTIONAL DISPUTES 99
directives and substitute for the original directives an amended statement.
Mr. Casey. That is my understanding.
Mr. McCann. How long ago has it been since you have seen or talked with Mr. Hutcheson ?
Mr. Casey. Three weeks.
Mr. McCann. State the circumstances under which you met him and give us the gist of the conversation.
Mr. Casey. I happened to be in Washington on some personal business, and there was a meeting in Washington that very day which I thought pertained only to the teamsters' union. I met Fred Tobin, who is Dan Tobin's son, and he told me that his father and Dave Beck were arriving in town that day for a meeting over at the Washington Hotel, and that his father certainly would like to see me.
I said, "O. K., I will be back in my hotel at a certain time and you can call me."
He called me and told me that his father wanted me to go to lunch with him at the Statler Hotel. I went to lunch with him, Mr. Beck, Fred, and a man named Flint, I think, from their organization at Indianapolis.
We talked several things over there at the lunch, and then Mr. Tobin insisted that I go back with him to the Washington Hotel. I thought that I was going back to meet some of his people. When I got back to the Washington Hotel, I was ushered upstairs, and I was ushered into a meeting of the executive council of the American Federation of Labor.
There were present Mr. William Green, George Meany, Matthew Woll, Dave Dubinsky, Mr. Hutcheson, Mr. Tobin, and I think Lindelof was there.
We passed the time of day and talked a little there, and "Hutch" said he would like to see me. I made an appointment to see him the next morning at 10 o'clock.
I went over to his hotel and saw him and I started in by saying to him, "'Now, 'Hutch,' there isn't a thing in the world that I want from you personally. Isn't there some way that these poor devils who are walking the streets out there, who have worked 20 or 25 years in those studios, can be put back to work?"
"Well," he said, "most everybody out there is working; aren't they?"
I said, "Yes, I guess they are, as far as the carpenters are concerned, with the exception of those older men who cannot climb ladders, who cannot go up on scaffolds, and those fellows are not working, and I say it is a shame. They have been with you 25 or 30 years, and I think you ought to do something to put them back to work."
"Well," he said, "you remember what I told you in New York, don't you?"
I said, "Yes, sir."
He said, "That some day they will come down the alley and they would want to do some building."
Well, he says, "That will happen one of these days. They will want to do some building somewhere, and when they do they will come down my alley and I will get my jurisdiction."
"Well," I said, " 'Hutch,' supposing this Taft-Hartley law monkeys around until you have an open shop in California?"