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Last summer, the men behind the Eisen-hower-for-President campaign were supremely confident. Once Ike agreed to accept, they said, neither Taft nor gloom of night could stop his nomination. "We don't need any organizations or managers," said former Senator Harry Darby of Kansas. "The only question is the general's availability." By October, the Ikemen had conceded the need for organization. But as late as December, the campaign manager, Massachusetts Senator Henry Cabot Lodge Jr., was still calm. Said he: "There's plenty of time...
During the nine-day period between the King's death and his burial, most Britons had had their meed of public grief. "There is now a widespread feeling that the formal solemnity is being overdone," observed the Manchester Guardian. "Gloom, gloom, gloom drips forth from the BBC," complained London's Daily Express. But as the King's body lay in state at Westminster, Londoners felt a strong sense of history and a deep compulsion to share it. "I said to myself, Elsie, you put on your hat, I said, and take a bus and go up there...
...Chancellor of the Exchequer Richard Austen Butler minced no words about. "We are really up against it," he said last week. "Our lifeblood is draining away, and we have got to stop it." In contemporary Britain, the job that wealthy "Rab" Butler holds might well be called Chancellor of Gloom. His two predecessors, schoolmasterish Sir Stafford Cripps and perky Hugh Gaitskell won admiration for telling people the worst. Last week Butler did the same, frankly and specifically, and added to his reputation as one of the fastest rising Tories. No orator, but respected for the cool clarity of his mind...
...about the hollows, deep-bottomed with decaying leaves, smelling of dead water and dark leafage and insufferable heat. The sound of the horses' feet was like a confused heartbeat on the stood swaying together with their booted feet deep in the soft, mud, holding each other in the green gloom, the sweat running down their backs under the shirts. Presently they remounted and rode on. (page...
...their horses, without having said a word, and helplessly submerge themselves in each other's arms, while the sweat ran down their backs under their shirts...They stood swaying together with their booted feet deep in the mulch, holding each other, hot and mystified in this green gloom....After a while...they would mount the horses again. (page...