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Biggest social blow-off in London since the war began was the wedding of Winston Churchill's big blond son Randolph, 28, to the Hon. Pamela Digby, 19, eldest daughter of horsy Edward Kenelm Digby, Baron Digby. During the service Winston wept, but as he left the Queen Anne style St. John's church in Smith Square he beamed with Alfred Duff Cooper as the crowds, still exuberant over the debate on Lloyd George's speech the day before (see p. 36), howled "Good old Duff! Good old Churchill!" Press photographers had a field day as Randolph...
...Polish priests and nuns, the Pope walked to the throne in the Pontifical Palace of Castel Gandolfo, to offer words of consolation to "his children of Catholic Poland" in this "tragic hour of your national life." Pale, and deeply moved, he spoke of his duty to give comfort, wept as he went on: "Now there are already thousands, hundreds of thousands, of poor human beings who suffer ... by this war from which all our efforts ... so obstinately, so ardently but, alas, so vainly fought to preserve Europe and the world. Before our eyes now passes a vision of mad horror...
Captain Borkowski, who had wept with his officers as they embraced him and said goodby, collected his 25 pieces of luggage, including a mattress and a mariner's clock, hung his marine glasses over one shoulder, hitched a leather brief case up under an arm, and with a raincoat rustling around his sea legs, entrained for Halifax...
When the Medici returned to Florence, 43-year-old Machiavelli was dismissed. He wept. "All that I have any knowledge of," he wrote, "is the State." He was jailed and tortured. Freed, he retired to his tiny farm, but farming exasperated the most coldly efficient political brain of his century. In 1513 Machiavelli took time out from manuring his fields and in a few months finished the Prince. "Necessity . . . impelled the dedication" to Lorenzo Medici. Lorenzo did not open the book, though he ordered a lackey to take Machiavelli two bottles of wine...
...with their names printed in big letters on their backs. From London and 28 other cities, all through last weekend and this week, the greatest mass evacuation in Britain's history went on. Some children were grave-faced. Some, like their mothers who had come along to say goodby, wept. But most were elated by their adventure. They stamped and sang and danced the Lambeth Walk as they waited for their trains. It was almost as good as being at the front. This was War and they were...