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Sponge Cake Showdown. On the fiscal battle line, choleric, drawn-faced Philip Snowden put away the clumsy weapon of personal insult, labored honestly to clarify the points on which he demanded concessions before Great Britain would agree to join with Europe in ratifying the Young Plan (TIME, May 13, et seq.). The plan proposes a certain division of German Reparations-called "sponge cake" by homely Yorkshireman Snowden-among the Creditor Powers (Britain, France, Belgium, Italy, Japan, etc.). Fortnight ago Chancellor Snowden rocked the fiscal and diplomatic worlds by demanding for Britain "MORE SPONGE CAKE!" But only last week...
...prod the insult doubly deep, Mr. Snowden, when he had done, hobbled out past the French delegation with lips pursed, whistling, set off for a motor ride...
...Foul!" Flustered and anxious to avoid a scene, the conference interpreter did not translate into French the insult to M. Cheron?and M. Cheron understands no English. Not until Mr. Snowden was safely away did the Frenchman's bushy white beard begin to bristle. Colleagues had told him what had been said. M. Cheron rushed to the acting chairman of the session, Belgium's Baron Houtart, demanded that he obtain an apology. At Mr. Snowden's hotel, Baron Houtart had to wait some six hours before the Chancellor returned from his outing. Then with a sardonic grin, Philip Snowden wrote...
...soft strains of Wagner's Prelude to Tristan und Isolde were floating out over Lewisohn Stadium last week, an airplane swooped low over the city, its roar and honk drowning out Conductor van Hoogstraten's orchestra and Edwin Franko Goldman's able, obliging band. Adding insult to injury, the plane was advertising cinema, the industry whose "talkies" have thrown some 35,000 musicians out of work. Next day Conductor Goldman protested vigorously to the city authorities. Outdoor concertgoers throughout the land were relieved to hear there is a Federal regulation requiring airmen to stay at least...
...What do you want with me?" asked Isabel of Stroud. He answered, "I prefer to breed from good stock, if you must know!" She married him and repaid the insult by seeing to it no child was born. That beat Stroud, and she added injury to her revenge by giving him good cause to think her unfaithful. That drove him to throttle her, and to drop himself out of the window, thus ending a book which, considering that the author has published five others and should know better by now is not a very good book...