So tired that they had mostly ceased to curse, 400 disgusted correspondents from 30 countries waited morosely, one chill midnight last week, in the dank stone courtyard of the Palace of the Counts of Holland. They had had only sandwiches for dinner. So had Chancellor of the British Exchequer Philip Snowden and the other august delegates to The Hague Conference who were squabbling in the old Dutch Senate Building, the medieval Binnenhof. About 10 p. m. the shivering correspondents in the courtyard had tried to...
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