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...some members' heads were nodding. Winston Churchill fidgeted fretfully, first slumping down in his seat, then drawing himself bolt upright to peer dully at the green carpet between his feet. When Cripps finished, there were only two cheerful men in the chamber-Cripps himself and Tory Chief Lord Woolton, who smiled down blandly from the gallery...
...Tory headquarters in Abbey House, young staff women excitedly raced up & down the worn stone stairs, screeching to each other: "Darling, isn't it too wonderful? We're winning." Upstairs, in his map-lined office, Tory Party Chief Lord Woolton lovingly contemplated a constituency map. "Blue's a lovely color," he beamed as he contentedly flagged Tory wins with blue-headed pins. Downstairs, someone dared to murmur: "Those horrible Labor divisions in Scotland haven't come in yet." But the Cassandra was howled down by a fresh wave of cheering as still another Tory...
Conservative Party Chairman Lord Woolton hopefully called last week's voting "a miniature general election." Jubilant Conservative politicians flatly predicted a Conservative victory at the national polls next year. Nevertheless, both sides realized that less than two-fifths of Britain's electorate had voted, that local contests do not necessarily forecast the country's attitude in a national election. Said a railway worker in Streatham: "Yer can't judge by local elections. They vote against you if they don't like yer face...
...Woof-Woof." Ranged against Williams' side was a vigorous young (34) campaigner of the Tom Dewey stripe, typical of the rising generation in Tory Chairman Lord Woolton's "revivified" party. Anthony Fell's grandfather Sir Anthony had been a Tory M.P. in Britain, but he himself had grown up in New Zealand, scraped an education in state schools and taken his first job on an up-country sheep farm at 12/6 ($2.50) a week. He married a registered nurse who now helps raise their two children in a basement flat...
...hours a day, often accompanied by his wife, the Tory candidate stumped his district, tramping streets, ringing doorbells, holding press conferences and speaking at one rally after another (100 in the last ten days of the campaign). To back his cause and secure Hammersmith, Lord Woolton ("Lord Woof-Woof" to the Laborites) put the whole machinery of the national party into high gear. Money, pamphlets and speakers poured into the district. From almost every street corner Tory sound trucks and mobile movie units blared out statistics compiled at the Conservative Political Education Center. Telephone boxes, butcher shops, dance halls, pubs...