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Brilliant and saturnine "Van," as Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin and many another British bigwig call him with affection and respect, is Permanent Undersecretary and real boss of the Foreign Office. The old diplomacy at its best, adapted to 1936, is his profession, and with Sir Robert at their elbow a succession of British Foreign Secretaries have finally seen the facts of British weakness and the necessity of most painfully kowtowing to Italy and Germany until Britain shall have Might again. In recent weeks, to watch Captain Anthony Eden, His Majesty's Principal Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs, strolling...
...shrewd Benito Mussolini does not want to be his own Foreign Minister in case Italy's great diplomatic offensive fails. If Il Duce was a little soft and sweet to his daughter last week, he abandoned none of his watchful astuteness. Edda herself was in Berlin, hobnobbing with bigwig Nazis-which was the Mussolini Family's way of teasing the French and the British...
...Bigwig Socialists and Radical Socialists who received the Cabinet's best plums were mostly Frenchmen who have made their mark as faithful party wheelhorses. Some idea of the calibre of these men could be had from the fact that France's longtime League of Nations Delegate Joseph Paul-Boncour, who for years has been willing to serve with almost any Cabinet, was understood to have rebuffed overtures from Premier Blum, declaring, "I will not serve with such nonentities...
...with Democratic Senator Barkley or Republican Sena tor McNary for opponents. He likes being where he can spend an evening watching a wrestling match or sitting in on a game of bridge or poker, which he plays expertly, with considerable bluffing. He likes to be where his hosts of bigwig friends are com ing & going, where cronies like Joseph Tumulty, Marvin Mclntyre and Steve Early can drop in on him and Mrs. Harri son at their pleasant home on Cathedral Avenue. But Pat Harrison currently yearns to get away from all this as soon as he can because...
...crowd could see, but it could not hear. Every few minutes a Fascist bigwig would jump up, wave his arms, sit down. It did not take very long. At 10:34 Benito Mussolini rose from the head of the table, strode across the room, stepped out on to the balcony. Ta ra ta ta ra ta ta ra! blared the bugles below. The cheers of the crowd rose to a shrill, hysterical scream. Women fainted in the crush and their rigid bodies were passed out from hand to hand over the heads of the crowd. Finally, chin outthrust, Benito Mussolini...