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...years. His idea of fun was to sit in hotel lobbies. Even after he had money, he slept with his socks on. At the end, he was an old eccentric wandering the Chicago streets; he took a job as a department store Santa Claus and died in his red flannel suit...
...Flannel Group This trio by no means exhausts the list of impressive Tory backbenchers. Indeed, the one thing which is more striking than their quality is their quantity. Within their party, the young Tories have to fight not so much active opposition as passive resistance, the exponents of which they have irreverently called "the flannel group" (because flannel, unlike a brick wall, resists while giving...
Bigger Cake & Lingering Controls The clash between the young Tories and the "flannel group" is shown in Tory policy, as set out in convenient lack of detail for the election. Churchill himself is suspicious of new approaches to economic problems, and recently growled at a specialist: "You economic experts always make it sound so complicated. After all, it's only barter." (Deep and disgusted Churchillian accent on the last word.) In emphasis, the split among Tories is as sharp as it is between Attlee and Bevan. The young men, for example, want to attack monopolies immediately. There...
...Russian and White, China's bandits, warlords, Communists and Nationalists skirmished for power and position. None of them, however, won the allegiance of the hard-riding Kazak tribesmen who wandered the empty plains. Islamic nomads of remote Turkish origin, the proud and independent Kazaks went on pitching their flannel tents, eating only meat, playing polo with the inflated skins of whole sheep and 200 men on a team, proclaiming allegiance to Allah alone, and generally thumbing their noses at the march of civilization, as they had since the days of Genghis Khan...
Nightly, last week-as he has since mid-July-a chunky, middle-aged man in the road uniform of the New York Giants strode bravely out into that awful illumination. His flannel livery (a hand-me-down formerly worn by none other than Giant Second Baseman Eddie Stanky) was as genuine as a Spalding label. So were his cleated shoes, his tilted cap and his shambling, plate-bound walk. It was hard not to believe he was some weathered stray from the Polo Grounds who would presently wheel, find himself in the wrong park, and bolt for the dugout...