Just the least bit paunchy because of a bandage drawn tightly across his little abdomen, Rt. Hon. Philip Snowden hobbled gallantly into the House of Commons on his two rubber-tipped canes last week, leaned for support against the dark oak despatch box table and made in 62 minutes flat his Budget Speech, normally an affair of two hours or more.
In the gallery sat the doctor who had tried to dissuade Mr. Snowden from speaking, the surgeon who recently tapped his infected bladder (TIME, March 16) and Montagu Collet...
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