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The son of Jennie Jerome of New York City, American in his directness but otherwise British as bully beef, last week spoke in a crescendo of confidence. Winston Churchill's blood is half American but when it begins to boil, a chemistry of ancient loyalties makes it all British—exultant, proud, superior, unbeatable even in defeat. Members of Parliament, their war nerves crying for a tonic, cheered as the Prime Minister bucked them with sentence after bracing sentence.
In the Distinguished Strangers' Gallery Ambassador Joseph P. Kennedy and U. S. naval and military observers waited for something they thought...
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