Taciturn Louis St. Laurent acted as if nothing had happened. At his regular hour of 9:20 each morning last week, the man who had just been picked as national leader of the Liberal Party and who would take over as Prime Minister in a few months, showed up for work in the almost deserted Parliament Building. He read briefs from his External Affairs staff, conferred with colleagues, dictated answers to some of the 1,500 wires of congratulations he had received. There were few interruptions and few visitors. One evening Madame St. Laurent...
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