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...speaker was a chipper, chubby French Canadian named Antoine Phileas Coté, a freshman M.P. but an old hand at politics. Over radio station CJBR at Rimouski, Que., Coté said flatly that the Prime Minister, after his severe bout with a cold, looked "old and worn out." "Mr. King," he said, "wants a [Liberal Party] convention before his retirement," so that a successor may be chosen. "I believe that this convention will take place in 1948, probably in Montreal...
Quebecker Coté, onetime political reporter (Montreal's La Patrie and Le Canada), ticked off the men he thought most likely to succeed: 1) Defense Minister Brooke Claxton, 48, who is the "heir presumptive"; 2) Finance Minister Douglas Abbott, 47, "whose affability makes him the most popular of ministers"; 3) Health Minister Paul Martin, 43, "whose . . . eloquence and ambition make him a candidate"; 4) Agriculture Minister James G. Gardiner, 63, "a first-class organizer"; 5) External Affairs Under Secretary Lester ("Mike") Pearson, 49, who "leads all the dark horses by manylengths...
...Fortress, ten miles offshore in the Bay of Biscay, the 90-year-old ex-hero of Verdun is still as crusty as ever. In rugged health he spends his days pondering in justice in a large, whitewashed cell furnished with a metal army cot, a dresser, a wooden chair, a kerosene lamp and two clothes presses. Beneath his one barred window is a small round hole which the Marshal is convinced is a peephole. Last month Pétain's jailer added a wicker lounge chair to the meager furnishings, but the prisoner refuses...
...Cot? The effects of the tie-up were immediate. Hotels brought out cots, opened lounges as dormitories (200,000 people were stranded in New York alone). Automobile traffic swelled; crowds mobbed bus terminals and the airlines. There were runs on food stores and gas stations in dozens of U.S. cities...
...heroine sometimes tried to follow threads of reality through her blacked-out mind, but her memory was "swathed in wet gray chiffon that stuck to the . . . part she wanted most to examine." One, night, in a brief moment of sanity, she thought: "Here on [a] narrow cot, clothed in a numbered nightgown, [I lie] with women who [are] insane and [I am] one of them." After almost a year at Juniper Hill, Virginia was pronounced cured-but not before she and her fellow patients had been treated to shock therapy, hydrotherapy, psychoanalytical questionings, paraldehyde dosings and old-fashioned madhouse discipline...