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...slender, patrician Englishman who rose to reply is Viscount d'Abernon of Stoke d'Abernon. A brilliant master of conciliation he scored heavily as the Empire's first Ambassador in sullen Berlin directly after the War. His brain conceived the Locarno Pacts. When three other statesmen?Briand, Chamberlain, Stresemann?carried through his idea and each won a Nobel Peace Prize, he contentedly retired. Germany had been brought back into the comity of nations and he did not care who got the credit. In the same spirit Viscount d'Abernon recently con- sented to head the unofficial British Trade Mission...
...employers front in Lancashire. The potent Rothermere press envisioned Germany and Japan as "likely to acquire, perhaps permanently" a huge volume of business sure to be lost by Britain in the event of a long strike. "The textile mills of Northern France are working at top speed." warned Viscount Rothermere's Daily Mail, "and they will reap a golden harvest of orders that ordinarily would go to Lancashire. . . Even Poland is reckoning on big profits...
Some potent Britons evidently feared last week that Manhattan might get the bank. "Will Wall Street Swallow Europe?" editorialed Viscount Rothermere. publisher of one of the world's largest newspapers. London's Daily Mail. Over his own signature Tycoon Rothermere warned, "Wall Street has become another world power, with more authority than the League of Nations, with more subtlety than Bolshevism...
Fluctuations of nearly $15,000,000 in the total value of, shares in British Royal Mail-world's largest shipping corporation-resulted last week when Tycoon Viscount St. Davids quarreled violently with his brother Tycoon Baron Kylsant, Chairman of the B. R. M., "Lord of the Seven Seas...
...chairs allotted to debenture stockholders. After a time the other directors entered in a body, among them towering Tycoon Kylsant and the Duke of Abercorn. Rapidly they took their places until all the chairs at the Directors' table were full except one-the one ostentatiously left vacant by Viscount St. Davids. As the room quieted to a deadly hush, Baron Kylsant glanced sharply at the vacant chair, frowned, then swept the room with penetrating gaze until his eyes met those of Viscount St. Davids. Tycoon glared at tycoon, brother at brother. The seconds felt like hours. Then Baron Kylsant...