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After the picnic the Locarno chill thawed into the mellow "Spirit of Locarno." A peace pact was initialed, with Benito Mussolini rushing up to sign at the last moment. Amid worldwide optimistic hopes for a New Era, too little attention was paid to what such then uncensored German papers as the famed Berliner Tage-blatt had to say: "Germany, which two years ago was isolated . . . has . . . become a factor of might once more...
Last week death came to Nobel Prize Winner Sir Austen Chamberlain's widow," the Lady of Locarno." Ivy Muriel, Lady Chamberlain, may be remembered longest because one day in Switzerland she gave what cables called "the world's most im portant picnic." This was at Locarno in 1925. Those tireless peace men, Aristide Briand and Austen Chamberlain, were trying to per suade the Republic of Germany to enter the League of Nations and make a final peace pact. The Republic had its finger in its mouth. Then Mrs. Austen Chamberlain, her husband's ablest helper, rose...
...dawn on Jan. 3, backed by the R. A. F. and a barrage of heavy artillery, the Australians struck. Big, husky, uncontrollable men. they, like their Anzac fathers before them, had for months made their officers' lives hell. They had taken the war as a vast, rowdy picnic. On the way to their battle stations they had made themselves more feared than the enemy wherever they stopped, made a shambles of Army discipline. When they were refused permission to land in Ceylon they swam ashore in their shorts, frolicked about half-naked in the streets for two days before...
...passenger trains on Italian lines were canceled last week, presumably to make way for war transport of Hitler's forces. But for Hitler, going to Italy's aid was no picnic. If he did, he might find himself fighting a war on two fronts-the disadvantage which he has been most eager to avoid...
...there was anything she'd overlooked. When sponsors complained about her methods, she told her listeners all about it, brought a deluge of letters to support her. Eager to prevent even "one teeny white lie" from, slipping into her program, she once spent an entire Sunday touring picnic grounds to discover how picnickers enjoyed a soft drink she was plugging, advised her listeners next day that she hadn't discovered a bottle of the stuff in any lunch basket she had examined. To offset such commercial gaucheries, Miss McBride made a point of eating products while discussing them...