From the Hustings
Every morning I pray that I will never drop a brick.—George Brown.
* One encouraging gesture from the French government and the Conservative leader rolls on his back like a spaniel. I don't want you to misunderstand me—and no angry letters from dog-lovers, please.—Harold Wilson.
The Mirror, a doggy paper, can only add : Better a willing spaniel than a sour-faced tooth- less bulldog hoping to win first prize at Cruft's because he thinks his pedigree is superior to a poodle's or a dachshund's.—Daily Mirror.
* A fool and his bicycle are soon parted.- Quintin Hogg, on finding the left-luggage office closed at Charing Cross.
No doubt it will be only another month now before we read of Mr. Wilson having tea at No. 10 Downing Street with a pregnant panda. —Edward Heath.
* Harold Wilson tries to behave like a Super- Mac, but at heart he's a Ramsay Mac. When he doesn't want to do anything he's a master at finding a suitable excuse.—Lord Byers.
* I think it would be safe to say I'll double my majority.—Dennis Hobden (Labour, Kemptown, majority seven).
* Be ready for a bitter turn of events. . . . Ted Heath is intent upon destroying Mr. Wilson's image.—Barbara Castle.
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Excellent as it may be to spend a lot of time upon islands—no one is more conscious of that than I am—Mr; Wilson might take a holiday on the continent and miss the Scillies for a year or two.—JoG rimond.
* Behave yourself, sir—or madam, as the case may be.—Quintin Hogg to a long-haired heckler at Leyton.
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