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Dates: during 1940-1949
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After lunch, usually with old friends, an occasional glass of sherry or a mild wartime beer, Jan Smuts hurries back to his hotel. There, until tea time, he pores over documents, writes longhand memos and orders on war, peace, empire. By 5:30, the only Dominion Prime Minister in Britain's War Cabinet is ready for a conference with Winston Churchill and the little group of high & mighty Britons who run the domain on which the sun never sets...
Through it all, Bevin remained the Ernie of old-harsh-voiced, pontifical, given to great gusts of laughter and oratory. In the House of Commons bar at noontime he continued to drink as long as he had companions, before lunching alone on bread, cheese, beer. Last week Writer-Critic Harold Laski depicted the Bevin of 1944: "Mr. Bevin has never, since he emerged as a trade-union leader of importance, liked criticism, still less opposition. ... He is always certain that he is right. . . . Masterful in temper, obstinate in disposition, accustomed . . . to give orders which must be obeyed...
...refectory, where diners are served soup, "cut off the joint and two veg," rice pudding, prunes, and tea for one shilling sevenpence. Sometimes at the end of the day he went across from the hospital to The Fountains, a potted-palm pub in Praed Street, for a glass of beer before going home to spend the evening with his wife and son (now a medical student at St. Mary's). Now & again he would write a scientific paper...
...after one night at home, with his boots off, his chew of tobacco, and his brothers celebrating over beer in the kitchen, "Commando" and family transferred temporarily to the William Penn. There followed parades, gifts, interminable speeches by civic officials, a night appearance in a local park with 10,000 fans pushing through police lines, a tour of the city in an open Packard. From the sidelines the hero could hear shrieking girls awarding the ultimate in bobbysock tributes: "He's nicer than Frankie...
...Hollandia there were crated Japanese airplane engines, heavy guns, trucks, tractors, a radio station, ammunition dumps, medical supplies, food - including beer, wine, French champagne, British marmalade. But there were few, if any, Japs. The strong American forces which had landed at Tanahamera and Humboldt Bays pushed rapidly inland this week, spearheaded by road-building bulldozers...