Two rounds of diplomatic hopscotch with French Premier Pierre Laval and one round with Italian Premier Benito Musso- Mussolini—both of sturdiest peasant stock— profoundly wilted and discouraged last week fashionable young Captain Anthony Eden of the British Foreign Office who is fairly popping with blue blood.
"The whole thing is on the knees of the gods," sighed Mr. Eden as he returned to London. Anxious friends thought the old Etonian looked as tired as after his encounters with Hitler and Stalin which put him to bed for a...
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