A tense earnest little man whom Britons no longer fear, left London last week for Moscow, insignificant in a rumpled ulster, downcast beneath a worn felt hat. The midwinter Channel was unkind to him. The Netherlands, Germany, Poland, fled snow-clad and inhospitable past his window. Once he had been "Emperor" Cook, the man whom all England looked upon with fear lest he precipitate a strike so vast as to cripple the Empire. The strike came (TIME, May 10 et seq), and now the strike has...
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