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...Eamon de Valera, Eire's election was a personal triumph and a bright green light. Tired of trying to rule with a minority in the Dail (House of Commons), he had astutely seized the opportunity offered three weeks ago by an otherwise unimportant defeat (TiME, May 22), asked the people for a solid majority. Last week he got what he wanted...
...this popular interest, and for his majority, De Valera had the U.S. Government to thank. Its recent pressure, reluctantly seconded by Britain, against Eire's neutrality had simply made Eire's Irishmen more devoted to their own belligerent neutrality than ever. Eamon de Valera symbolized neutrality and Eire's independence, hauled in the votes when the test came...
Angry Irish voices filled the lecture theater of Dublin's handsome, wide-flung Leinster House. Honorable red-faced members of the Dail Eireann threw "reckless," "irresponsible," "pique and petulance" at the bowed head of astute, unbowed Prime Minister Eamon de Valera, crouched on his shiny, mahogany front-row seat. De Valera had just tripped an unwary Dail into an unwanted general election, the second within a year...
...shillelagh rap from little Eire (pop. 3,000,000) gave the U.S. one more foreign-policy headache last week. To President Roosevelt's polite request that neutral Eire kick its German and Japanese diplomats out of their grandstand seats for the invasion, President Eamon de Valera returned a flat "No" (see p. 36). Would the U.S. now get tough as it had with neutral Spain, and join Britain in economic sanctions? Or would the President and the State Department, unable to prove a single case of Axis espionage in Eire, be content with having put themselves on record...
Presumably, peppery U.S. Minister David Gray (uncle, by marriage, to Eleanor Roosevelt Roosevelt) stepped down a corridor in Dublin's Leinster House, entered Prime Minister Eamon de Valera's office. Presumably, gaunt, U.S.-born "Dev" scanned the note handed him, hopped good & mad from his chair, sputtering more sparks than the fire on his hearth...