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...makes sense to the world in January 1956? "Does it act?" and ''Does it present to the world an idea of order?" Few would doubt that you have asked the right questions, but who is qualified to answer? A politician? Soldier? Industrialist? Farmer? Labor Leader? Professor? Rabble-rouser...
...Idea. For the start at least, Rabble-Rouser Poujade had decided to work with more poise and less noise than marked his sudden metamorphosis from an obscure, small-town stationer who balked at his taxes into a magnetic force in French political life. Assembling his Deputies behind closed doors of a theater in Fontainebleau, Poujade reminded them of their pledge to follow his orders: "See, my boys. Now you listen to Little Pierre!" He decreed that all must hand over their Deputies' salaries (about $600 a month) to his "national treasury." He strongly advised them to hire professionals...
...liking for Kubitschek. He was a friend of Vargas and member of a pro-Vargas party, the Social Democrats; thus he was at least indirectly linked with the charges of corruption that brought the Vargas regime crashing down. But the generals have even less liking for youthful (37) Rabble-Rouser Goulart, head of Vargas' own Labor Party, and a Vargas Labor Minister before the army forced him out. Public opinion is against any more coups, and the generals are probably willing to go along with Kubitschek. But they might draw the line at Jango...
...official who writes excellent short stories on the side. When he wants to, as in a glitteringly ironic piece called The Wearin' of the Green, Jim Plunkett can mount as savage an attack on his country's new nationalist ruling class as the most delirious Liffeyside rabble-rouser could croak for. When in another mood, as in a spine-stiffening tale of men ratting and fighting against Britain's unforgotten Black and Tans, he can brew the strong, peat-smoked stuff of Irish patriotism. But most of these stories, dealing with humble Dubliners, plead nothing more special...
...Hawk chauffeured by his wife Violet, got an affectionate wel come everywhere. City-bred Herbert Mor rison, the party's No. 2, headed for Lancashire with his bride, a Lancashire lass, to try his cockney wit in a strategic voting area where he can now claim kinship. Rebel Rouser Aneurin Bevan careened through the industrial towns and docksides to roll his rich Welsh voice behind Bevanite candidates and Bevanite notions. In a manner reminiscent of days gone by, when he likened the Tories to "vermin," Nye got off to an impish start by likening the Tories to the biblical...