Britons thought things were getting a little better. Taxis stood on the streets waiting for customers. Bomb-damaged houses were being repaired. Only a month ago pudgy Food Minister Sir Ben Smith told housewives that this year food conditions would improve; Sir Ben even let them have little Christmas extras as an earnest of better days to come.
Then, out of London's grey February sky, the blows fell. Sir Ben did not "know where to lay my hands on" the $100 million needed for dried-egg imports. Then publicity-shy Sir Ben, a former cabby, meeting the press for the first time in many...
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