(See Cover) To mark an event which will put his name in the history books for generations, Clement Attlee slipped one afternoon last week into a crowded room of London's India House. When flashbulbs flared, he grimaced and ducked behind his wife. Politely, the photographers went away, and the Prime Minister who had given India its freedom stood quietly sipping his tea in the midst of an austere celebration.* At one point, Attlee chatted with Tory M.P.
Anthony Eden. They agreed that electioneering was' hard work. Attlee added: "I like my jigsaw puzzles...
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