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...Britain over Sir William Beveridge's monumental report on social security. When the war began, Laborites were admitted to a Coalition Cabinet on condition that they refrain from raising "controversial" issues until after the war. Sir William, to put it mildly, has scattered many a cracker-crumb into the couch of Britain's political bedfellows. His ideas have won such widespread support that the Labor Party has decided to fight here and now for Parliamentary enactment of the new proposals...
...size comparable to the Salvation Army. (His parishioners disapproved. One objected that pocket picking had gone on at one of the street meetings; Dr. Carlile rejoiced that thieves were attending.) To the day of his death he eschewed "luxuries such as slippers and cushions," never sat on a couch if he could avoid it, always worked on a high, uncomfortable stool, as he had a great dread of feeling comfortable...
...authors describe a curious domestic scene in the White House on Dec. 7. The President was sitting tieless and in shirt sleeves, munching an apple and chatting with "Buzz" (his nickname for Harry Hopkins). Buzz, in V-necked sweater and slacks, was lounging on a couch. Suddenly the phone jangled and a White House operator apologized, for disturbing Mr. Roosevelt, but Secretary Knox was on the wire, insisting. When the President was told by his Secretary of the Navy that bombs were raining down upon Pearl Harbor, his instant reflex action was a cry of "No!" Later in a sudden...
...knew she would be. All he could say was "Hello," and he thought of all he had to tell her in those two crowded days. He bought her flowers for the game, and she cheered for Yale when Harvard was ahead. After the game she was sitting on a couch with a glass of punch in her hand, and she was bright and laughing. Vag was quiet. He put one arm around her shoulder, and she turned to him and smiled. Then she laughed at something someone said on the other side of the room...
...arrived in his loincloth, a narrow white scarf around his neck. Twice he lost his glasses. Each time his admirers tried to put them back on for him. Momentarily forgetting nonviolence, he swung his fists to ward off the overzealous. Inside the Pandal, Gandhi spoke, cross-legged from a couch, into a microphone. A friend explained: "He has some difficulty because he has lost his teeth...