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...Everybody knows," said a grizzled party worker at Labor headquarters, "that Ebbw Vale will vote Labor and that Torquay will vote Tory. It's the doubtfuls like Hammersmith that'll decide the general election." The Tories felt much the same. "Labor got nearly 12 million votes in 1945," said one of them. "We got nearly 10 million. A million of the 'floating' vote in the next election could turn the tide in our favor . . . That's why Hammersmith is important...
...general election was not due until next year, but last week in London's factory and residential district of South Hammersmith, both parties had a chance to test their strength in a preview of greater things to come. Each contestant put everything he had into the battle...
Labor entered the fray with a proud record: not a single parliamentary seat lost in 46 by-elections since it came to power in 1945. To fill the seat left vacant when Hammersmith's Laborite W. T. Adams died last January, Labor had picked a 33-year-old ex-R.A.F. chaplain and Oxford don named Tom Williams. Tom's father was a Welsh miner who came home permanently crippled from World War I. His mother died when he was three. By scholarships and hard work, Tom fought his way through the Universities of Wales and Oxford, picking...
...hours a day, often accompanied by his wife, the Tory candidate stumped his district, tramping streets, ringing doorbells, holding press conferences and speaking at one rally after another (100 in the last ten days of the campaign). To back his cause and secure Hammersmith, Lord Woolton ("Lord Woof-Woof" to the Laborites) put the whole machinery of the national party into high gear. Money, pamphlets and speakers poured into the district. From almost every street corner Tory sound trucks and mobile movie units blared out statistics compiled at the Conservative Political Education Center. Telephone boxes, butcher shops, dance halls, pubs...
...chilly street corner in London's threadbare Hammersmith, a Tory soapboxer looked out over the crowd of housewives, clerks and workingmen. "What's left in your wage packet after this government has taken its share of taxes and national insurance?" he shouted. "Aw, stuff a sock in it!" yelled a heckler in the crowd and promptly launched into a speech of his own. He had spent six'weeks in a hospital, his wife had a baby, his mother got spectacles and new dentures, his brother got a long-needed truss, and "all under this Labor government...