12 NOVEMBER 1937, page 7
Ramsay Macdonald
By MARY AGNES HAMILTON D RAMA was, although he would never admit it, the breath of MacDonald's nostrils. He loved movement, pageantry, colour, crisis. To the last he expected,......
By MARY AGNES HAMILTON D RAMA was, although he would never admit it, the breath of MacDonald's nostrils. He loved movement, pageantry, colour, crisis. To the last he expected,......
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