One duty of the British nursery governess is to wake the children from their naps. Last week, with Economic Dictator Sir Stafford Cripps bending sternly yet benignly over it, Britain was awake. It was resentful, expectant and confused, but, undeniably, it stirred.
Gone was the midsummer's nightmare in which it had somnambled into the convertibility crisis. Gone was the comatose paralysis of a Government which had collected unprecedented powers, but which could not collect its wits for leadership. The tempo of life and work has quickened. Factory managers reported that their employees were "really getting down to it." Even...
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