The speaker, Cyril Osborne, M.P. from Lincolnshire's agricultural section of Louth, pivoted, leveled an accusing finger at the Conservative Party bigwigs enthroned in the silver shell of the ballroom bandstand, and roared:
"Where are the representatives of the working class up there?" Before the chairman could stop him, he had added: "It is only the poor who understand the poor. And we are never going to win an election until we get the industrial voters on our side."
Such was the temper of the first postwar conference of Britain's Conservative Party, in the hideously gaudy ballroom of Blackpool's Winter Garden. Tired...
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