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Like kippers, like cricket, like Punch, the annual feasts of the Lord Mayor of London are an established British institution. At them highly placed British officials are traditionally supposed to say something very important. Last week Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain made the two-mile journey across London from Downing Street to the financial district and, in the spacious Egyptian Hall of Mansion House, addressed "my Lord Mayor" and his 600 guests. The Prime Minister did not talk about the war; he talked all around the war, making an amiable goodwill tour among those whom Great Britain wants to have...
Manhattan paper found room to publish or reply to Editor Vischer's accusations. But many an injured sportswriter telephoned in, to question not the truth but the cricket of his cracks...
...London barrister, an idealist, but no businessman, pink-faced Tom Hughes set the younger sons to laying out cricket fields, tennis courts, organizing a Rugby football team, dramatic societies, a cornet band. In the Tennessee mountains old English homes sprang up, a "Tabard Inn," a church, a library which included a practically complete set of Hughes first editions, a rare Dickens item, pamphlets by the younger Pitt, the entire series of Illustrator Kate Greenaway. Tom Hughes's mother moved there, lived out her life in "Uffington House." But Tom Hughes's wife thought the whole thing was silly...
...three years after its founder deserted, the Tennessee Utopia lasted. Then typhoid fever, the rigors of manual labor, and an alien soil thinned the colonists' ranks. Only a handful stayed, and Rugby crumbled away into sleepy decadence while the Tennessee pines sprouted on the cricket field, hid the little church...
...curly, cherubic Moylan Sisters, Peggy Joan, 5, and Marianne, 7, are radio veterans (two years) who chirrup in close, cricket harmony Sunday afternoons over NBC for Thrive, a dog food ("We feed our doggie Thrive, he's very much alive-o"). Last Sunday Peggy Joan and Marianne put their brown heads together and told the world just what they wanted from Santa...