Into Washington last week, hot from the Churchill-Roosevelt sea strategy-conference, flew 62-year-old Max Aitken, Lord Beaverbrook, the British Minister of Supply, his dynamic little wrinkled-apple face alternately creased with huge smiles and deep worry lines. Beaverbrook, the British production fireball, had one simple mission: get more of everything for the British. At a restless press conference on the British Embassy porch he obligingly reported the fact, and even obliged cameramen by patting Ambassador Halifax's dachshund, Franklin ("What if the demmed thing bites me?" he demanded). But further than that he offered little except the remark that "I'm the biggest buyer on...
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