From Westminster's square Victoria Tower a bit of masonry hurtled 300 feet into a bowl of strawberries & cream which a guest was enjoying on the House of Commons terrace. The guest was annoyed. But the Ministry of Works was frightened. Suppose a gargoyle had dropped on the table. Clearly the 900-year-old Palace, which houses Britain's Parliament, was falling apart. To patch it, the Ministry appointed a score of unhurried stonemasons headed by earnest, bespectacled Henry Wadley, a dead ringer for President Truman.
That was in 1927. Last week Henry Wadley, now 57, and his mate, Fred Hurdman, now 60, were still...
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