Word: londoners
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...pink palace, were in top fighting form. They could point to a united Western Europe whose people, American observers believed, were now better off than at any time since 1914 (excepting a few short years of peak prosperity). That was perhaps the West's biggest asset. Wrote London's clear-eyed Economist: "If the victory at Berlin proves anything, it is that the way to deal with the Russians is to make stiff terms and to stick to them inflexibly . . . Firmness is now justified up to the hilt...
...last week, a Tory Party worker drove his sound truck through the sleepy streets of London's suburban Thornton Heath, roused the neighborhood by trumpeting through his loudspeaker: "Wakie, Wakie-up you get -and up the Tories...
...indeed, the Tories went. In the last major election test before next year's general elections, they inflicted a stinging defeat on Britain's Labor government, which was still sore from the beating it took at last month's London County Council elections and other county contests (TIME, April 18). All week, on successive voting days, 7,000,000 Britons went to the polls in Britain's first district and borough elections since 1947. All week, the chant of London newsboys sounded to Laborites like the voice of doom. "Socialists lose 15 towns . . . Sweep takes Stoke...
...love with Queen Victoria ("Don't mention this unhappy attachment," Dickens warned another friend gravely) and 2) that, in order to recover from this sad affair, he intended "to kidnap a [royal] maid of honor and take her to an uninhabited island." It was no wonder that London buzzed with fantastic rumors and no wonder that Dickens found himself furiously denying that he had suddenly "become a Roman Catholic and was raving mad in an asylum...
...piece of furniture in his house was moved or left untidied; he pinned angry notes to his quaking daughters' pincushions, urging them to better habits. On the other hand, he thought nothing of suddenly taking off and striding madly 15 or 20 miles through the night streets of London, or of popping through the window into a friend's drawing room, dressed as a sailor and dancing a hornpipe...