The wizened, gnomish little Yorkshireman who goes tapping about the House of Commons on two canes popped up again last week, made Mother England jump at his shrill words like a drowsy old lady at the squeak of a mouse.
Philip Snowden is a country mouse. In the Chancellor of the Exchequer's honest squeak there is power, much reverence for God and small regard of men. Indeed what he said last week chiefly embarrassed the Labor Government of which he himself is the most brilliant member. Some 21 radical Labor M. P.'s threatened...
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