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Bear-Man. In pre-War England there was a traveling salesman known as "Mr. Harrison." If he was not Maxim Maximovitch Litvinov in disguise a great many people who claim to have known Max then are liars. Like other revolutionists, he kept his secrets to himself. But he was a friend of Lenin, also an exile from Tsarist Russia, and after the revolution Dictator Lenin appointed him first Soviet representative in London...
...meanwhile married Ivy Low, close kin to Historian Sir Sydney Low and the late Sir Maurice Low, onetime Washington correspondent of the archConservative London Morning Post. Thus Ivy Litvinov comes from the most aristocratic side of Fleet Street, has dabbled in journalism, written a mystery novel. When the Lloyd George Government (1916-22) had had some few contacts with Soviet Representative Litvinov he was arrested, exchanged for an Englishman who had been imprisoned in Russia. Anglo-Soviet relations were broken...
...weak, sick man today. The bearman learned from Tchitcherin, does not sharpen his own pencils. Tchitcherin would not use an automobile or permit his suits to be pressed, aristocrat that he was. Max, no aristocrat, can and does dress neatly without fear of Soviet gossip. He and Mme Litvinov give Moscow's best, biggest official parties. It is their duty. He must put on long black tails, she a filmy evening dress, and they must dine off gold plate at the Foreign Office as a "concession" (so runs Soviet theory) to the Moscow Corps Diplomatique...
...Geneva keen, smiling Ivy Litvinov is a member in her own right of whatever Russian Delegation may be headed by Max. Her first appearance was in the days when Great Britain was represented by that congenital Tory tea-drinker Baron Cushendun. Stumbling with his tea into Mme Litvinov in the League lobby he once boomed...
Demurely Mme Litvinov replied: "Why, Lord Cushendun, haven't you heard? I am a Russian now. My husband is assistant commissar of foreign affairs." As though stung by a hornet, Lord Cushendun recoiled, never thereafter greeted Mme Litvinov more enthusiastically than by a curt nod. From the London standpoint she is a Tory journalist gone wrong, and "Mr. Harrison" should have remained a traveling salesman...