Word: paddington
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...damp midday gloom of London's worst fog in seven years, prostitutes were dimly visible as they patrolled their familiar stations in Soho, Piccadilly and Paddington. The chilling smog also seeped through tightly closed windows into the House of Commons, where Home Secretary R. A. ("Rab") Butler was opening the second reading of the Street Offences Bill, aimed at clearing those same girls off the sidewalks of London...
Every night last week-except twice when it rained-the mobs surged through London's seedy Netting Hill and Paddington districts. In Latimer Road, Soapboxer Jeffrey Hamm roared that Fascist Sir Oswald Mosley's Union Movement had warned five years ago that racial flare-ups would result from the government's "open-door" policy to Negroes from the colonies and Commonwealth. "Deport colored people found guilty of crime!" he shouted. From the crowd of 2,000 teenagers came a hissing, ecstatic "Yesss!" A carload of Negroes went slowly by, and 200 screaming Teddy boys peeled off from...
Only occasionally did Morland take pains to work out a painting carefully. One of his last and best canvases was painted while Morland was visiting his sick wife in Paddington two years before his death. Just released from prison, Morland painted himself, attended by his manservant Gibbs frying sausages. From his self-portrait Morland looks out with watery, disconsolate eyes. At his feet Morland painted what might well have been his own grim epitaph, an overturned glass and bottle, both empty...
...hotel and started job hunting. Too proud to mention either her medals or her war service, she was turned down time & again . as a foreigner. She worked for a while as a $14-a-week salesgirl in Harrod's department store and as a cloakroom attendant in a Paddington hotel. Last year she got a job as a tourist-class stewardess on a ship running to Australia and New Zealand...
...beside the disciplined march of the military. Drab in topcoat and tophat they walked, wearing the abstracted look which the important learn to adopt under the pressure of staring eyes-neither marching nor sauntering, in a kind of compromise stiff-legged strut, along the weary three-mile route. At Paddington they broke ranks at last, milling and chatting discreetly as the coffin was loaded on to the funeral train amid the skirling of pipes. As the train pulled out, a blind in one coach was raised and Britain's new Queen peered out. Her breath fogged the window...