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Mass production of U-boats for Ger many was described last week in Berlin's authoritative Deutsche Allgemeine Zeitung, with the implication that production would soon be one per day. "Every shipyard in Germany suitable for submarine building has been pressed into service," said the article. "Furthermore, only the hulls are constructed in yards, while all internal equipment, superstructure, armaments and the like are built in the interior of the country. The time required for construction, from keel-laying to commissioning, is therefore extremely short. . . . A sufficient number of reserve crews has already been trained so that there...
Convoys can go no faster than their slowest members. Mr. Churchill said that the system has now been speeded by instituting "slow" and "fast" convoys, so that wallowing tramps do not hold up the parade.* He pointed out that while losses of British merchant shipping declined in October to half the tonnage lost in September, and again in November to two-thirds of October, neutrals last month lost four times what they lost in September. This, he said, "is indeed a strange kind of warfare for the German Navy to engage in. When driven off the shipping of their declared...
After five years in office, the present (and 62nd) Bishop of Ely, Rt. Rev. Dr. Bernard Oliver Francis Heywood, concluded that he would be getting a bargain if he could sacrifice a fourth of his salary and give up the palace. Said the Bishop to his diocesan conference: "The idea that the Church is concerned largely with the upper classes is steadily growing, and I think it is due in part to the fact that we bishops are forced to live in vast houses which are symbols of aloofness. . . . We keep too many gardeners to grow too many vegetables...
...until he fell exhausted. The scene shifted-years had passed. The son, arriving home drunk from a football game, forced his aging father to jump over a stick. "Have mercy on my grey hairs," begged the old man. "You didn't have any mercy on my black ones," said the boy. "Jump again." Father swooned...
...Where is My Wandering Boy Tonight? by a male quartet. Then a shorter play, a real tearjerker, in which five youngsters watched the town drunk. Old Joe Sharp, having D. T.s-he had snakes in his sleeves, even in his boots (see cut). As he slouched off, the boys said: "We've been over to Alma Temple and signed the pledge and joined the Dry Legion Crusaders. We shall never drink a drop, and when we're old enough we are going to vote the wicked stuff out of existence...