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...plush London nightclub, the resourceful management hit on the idea of dragging in a celebrity at each show to introduce Grandma Marlene. Last week's hit curtain-raiser was Liverpool's burly (208 Ibs.), two-hourglass-figured (50 in., 40 in., 50 in.) Labor M.P Bessie Braddock (TIME, May 9), honorary president (she says) of a professional boxers' association. Arriving from the House of Commons by bus. Bessie togged in her usual drab blue suit, swept past the club's haughty doormen, bounced inside to utter some dock-walloper pleasantries. To some of London...
...okay him, and he must also be "selected" by the local party's selection committee. Sometimes the national may impose a choice on a local committee, as Labor did last month when it made a Bevanite constituency in Liverpool accept that bulky anti-Bevanite, Mrs. Bessie Braddock (TIME, May 9). Locals can be balky. "Constituency-hunting is not an agreeable occupation," confessed the late Alfred Duff Cooper. "I sometimes thought that the members of the small executive committees, 'drest in a little brief authority,' took a certain pleasure in humiliating the candidates who presented themselves for approval...
...points are as emphatic as the slap of a wet cod across a face. Newspapers poke sly fun at her, other M.P.s snicker at her, county squires snort: "She's a disgrace to public life." But among her constituents in Liverpool's grimy dockland, Mrs. Bessie Braddock, M.P., is a beloved and admired champion...
...Bessie Braddock is a character in Liverpool-as salty as its docks, as fierce as its wind, as biting as its rain. Bessie was born 55 years ago in its working-class district, where one cold-water tap in the courtyard often served a whole block of houses. Her mother was a Labor Party worker and a social worker, ladling out soup from "St. George's Plateau (atop the steps of a Liverpool concert hall), and one of Bessie's earliest memories is the look on hungry faces when the soup ran out. When she went...
...years in the House of Commons, Bessie Braddock has irritated, amused and disgusted other M.P.s, but has ended by winning a grudging admiration from most. "Our people are living in flea-ridden, bug-ridden, rat-ridden, lousy hellholes," she told them. "I will continue to agitate and kick up a row until we get rid of these evils." When the Tories walked out to protest one Labor bill, Bessie (in the words of one reporter) "rose from her seat and made a few steps forward, then a few steps backward. She then arched her body and minced across the floor...