Exasperation

Six unmannerly monosyllables echoed the exasperation of a peace-demanding world with the peace delayers of the Paris Conference.

Cried New Zealand's Delegate W. J. Jordan (as Soviet Delegate Andrei Vishinsky moved that France be barred from voting rights on the Rumanian and other east European treaty commissions): "Quack! Quack! Quack!" Said Senator Tom Connally (as he embarked to join Secretary of State Byrnes in Paris): "All you do is sit all day going yah, yah, yah."

New Zealander Jordan (a former policeman) sailed into the Russian delegates' interminable speeches and innumerable objections which he called "blasted old rot." "Up to now," he said, "we have got no chairman. We are just a mob. I want to see something done in my lifetime. . . I'm sick of listening to quack, quack, quack, hour after hour. . . Let's get on to work. That's what the people expect of us."

Replied Delegate Vishinsky reprovingly: "Bad temper. . . "

Said a member of the British delegation: "I don't know if diplomats are ever disillusioned, but if this peace conference doesn't disillusion 'em, they can't be disillusioned. This is like no other peace conference I ever heard about--in fact, I sometimes wonder if it's really a peace conference."

Said Pfc. Jack Loeb of Elkins Park, Pa., who had gone to the Conference to see "what we were fighting for": "If it was me, I'd just tell them all to go to hell." As the delegates disputed, he whispered: "Why don't they just take a vote on it? That's what we used to do in high school."

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