The baby-kissing, like the political name-calling, pursued Britain's 23,000,000 voters almost up to the moment they stepped into polling booths last week. Seldom had so apathetic an electorate drifted so listlessly toward so momentous an election. Seldom had a rowdedow campaign ended in such eleventh-hour fireworks. Seldom had a result been so hard to predict (best guess as polling began: a small majority for the Conservatives; for Labor a gain of 100-odd seats).
Prime Minister Winston Churchill, 70, wound up his campaign at Walthamstow Stadium, one of Britain's biggest dog-racing tracks. While a band (for no known reason) blared-Deep in...
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