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Concentration in highest British circles on the menace of an unexpected air attack, for example from the Nazis' new bombing base only 320 miles from Buckingham Palace (see map), brought orders from His Majesty's Government last week that the peacetime organization of the Royal Air Force must now "conform as closely as possible with the organization visualized for war." Effect of this is that, in case of emergency, operations will at once be directed not by civilian officials in Whitehall but by four British air marshals, charged respectively with bombers, fighters, coast-defense planes and spare or training ships. Since offense is now considered the only real defense against a major air raid on a great metropolis like London, the duty of Britain's bombers under rough & ready Air Marshal Sir John Miles Steel is presumably to get aloft as fast as possible and be raining Death on enemy towns before London can suffer too great loss.

Healthy British humor continued to offset even such grisly prospects. In the Evening Standard inimitable Low cartooned two Britons with back-scratchers in a Turkish bath, one saying to the other: "Gad, sir, Mussolini is right! How can we expect him to behave decently, if we object to his dropping gas bombs?".

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