Last week brought another kind of shock to Britain's plain people and to its Laborite Ministers. Ellen Wilkinson, the fiery, tiny (4 ft. 10 in.) Minister of Education, was dead. To her colleagues in the Cabinet, many of whom were tired or ailing, her death at 55 was more than the loss of an able and courageous fighter for the Party's causes: it was also a solemn warning. She had been in a hospital for 24 hours with bronchitis; there her fatigued heart had collapsed.
Ellen Cicely Wilkinson's life had been almost all work and fierce fighting. A child of Manchester's slums,...
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