From London Daily Expressmen overseas came congratulatory cables for plump, pink, self-confident Editor in Chief Arthur Christiansen. London staffers and Fleet Street competitors bought him double Scotches at Poppin's and The Bell and The Codgers, his favorite pubs.
There was a spirited (and spirituous) dinner party at London's glossy Dorchester Hotel, and a private lampooning edition of the Daily Express, devoted entirely to "Chris." From Express Owner Lord Beaverbrook, now busy with Britain's postwar air problems, came this message: "As long as you remain editor you will have . . . the happiest...
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