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The tail swells of a West Indian hurricane are not conducive to sleep aboard an ocean liner, no matter how big. Yet it was a cheerily smiling James Ramsay MacDonald who stepped out of the side of the Berengaria and up a little gangway to New York City's official welcoming tug, early one morning last week. A band was playing "Rule Britannia," having in mind perhaps that Britannia was about to agree to rule the wave jointly. At just about that moment, Prime Minister MacDonald's political comrades, winding up a party confab in...
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