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...free spending, produced heavier than usual calls for cash. Unable to meet the unexpected demand, two small banks, Ming Tak and Canton Trust & Commercial, closed their doors in the face of clamoring depositors. As news of the closings spread, panicked shop and office workers abandoned their jobs to queue up in lines as long as 500 yards outside a dozen more banks. Thousands slept on sidewalks overnight to keep their places in line...
...also in its time been a hall of fairs and festivities, a hall of the people-and never more so than last week. For 23 hours a day, a two-mile-long queue stretched from Westminster Hall along Millbank, past Horseferry Road and across Lambeth Bridge, then along the South Bank as far as County Hall. In the queue people chatted and swapped war stories of Winston, or told the younger ones what those days had been like. The atmosphere was not so much of sadness as of gratitude for what Churchill had done to save England. There were...
...candlesticks, the honor guard, which solemnly changed every 20 minutes. As the people of Britain passed the casket, they dropped flowers-snowdrops, white carnations, daffodils. Before going out into Palace Yard, each one paused and looked back. Often dignitaries would enter the hall through another door. But though the queue shared the hall with Queen Elizabeth, with De Gaulle and Germany's Chancellor Erhard, there was never a stare or a flicker of recognition. Before the casket of Winston Churchill, all mourners were equal...
Others were quick to queue up. Jean Muir, also 30, bolted her stockroom job at London's Liberty's, moved in on the boom with a fanciful collection of narrow coats, smock dresses and knickers that nick off just above the knee. Sally Tuffin, 26, and Marion Foale, 25, the pop artists of the group, popped up with wild prints, impossible color combinations and a dress, called "Gruyere," with holes in its sleeves...
...English family is all adither over the servant problem. Having put a whole series of nannies to rout, the two Banks youngsters compose a want ad listing desirable qualifications: cheery disposition, rosy cheeks, plays games. Father tears it up and writes an advertisement of his own that draws a queue of cross, solemn applicants. Before you can say Walt Disney, they are whisked away from the doorstep by a high wind, and over the rooftop sails Mary Poppins, dangling from her open umbrella. "I'm sure the children will find my games extremely diverting," she announces blithely...