Ceylon sunbeams beat wickedly last week on the high silk topper of Australia's arch-protectionist Prime Minister, James Henry Scullin, the Laborite who has ringed his Dominion with both a tariff wall and a barbed wire circle of embargoes (TIME, July 21).
Mr. Scullin was in Ceylon en route to the Imperial Conference at London. While his ship coaled in teeming Colombo he decided to brave the sunbeams, see the town. Cheerfully he advanced down the quay escorted by punctilious officials (Ceylon is British) then suddenly turned ashen pale, tottered, collapsed in a sprawling...
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