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When Winston Churchill in 1940 promised the British people "nothing but blood, toil, tears and sweat," he was as much the voice of Britain as was the roar of Spitfires over the chalk cliffs of Dover. Last fortnight, when he offered the world a British way toward peace with security (TIME, March 29), he voiced the yearnings not only of his own countrymen but of all the Allied peoples. Among them were many differences, some deep and wide; but common to them all was a desire to see at least the outlines of a better world...
Berlin's biggest blitz lasted only 30 minutes, but they were minutes of eternity. When the planes' singing motors had faded again into the distance, when the flak's roar had dwindled, Berliners climbed shakily from their cellars to find their city blazing in dozens of different places. Whole blocks were pulverized by some 500 tons of bombs, parts of the city paralyzed, with no gas or electricity. At week's end Berlin still was digging out its dead-the official count was 486 persons killed, 377 seriously wounded...
Catchpenny Clamor. The urgency was obvious. Therefore it was not surprising that Lord Beaverbrook, inveterate roarer for a second front, should roar again to the peers of the realm: "I believe that the war is not won. Whatever may be the plans of the Germans, we should strike and strike now, before the Germans can regroup their divisions. We should strike before the Germans can recover from the Russian offensive...
...pattern had been spread for the U.S. people to read in every page of the Congressional Record, in the angry, antibureaucracy bills that tumbled into full hoppers, in the killing off of Leon Henderson and Ed Flynn, in no less than 17 investigations of the Government, in the wrathful roar that followed directives, orders, Federal moves big & small...
...barely visible in the shimmering distance, made you think of the adventures of the Count of Monte Cristo. You could take a little boat and sail out toward the Cháteau. And you would go under the great bridge which opened and shut with a clanging roar as if to snap up the boats which passed below. Near by were the big ships, for there the water is deepest. Behind lay the little fishing boats with their many-colored sails being stitched up by the fishermen; above, burning in the sun, the golden image of Notre-Dame...