Sowerbutt's Cupboard

Churchill, dressed in a red velvet siren suit, stomped the Cabinet Room, a corona between his fingers. “Money, dear boy, money,” he exclaimed. “We need the riches of Croesus to win this war. Bucks, not bullets.  We suffer from Old Mother Hubbard’s misfortune, our cupboard is bare.”

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