Foreign & General
1. Poland states that Danzig will be occupied if Danzig Senate declares for the Reich. Sunday Times [a]
2. N.L.C.[1] of Labour Party broadcast in German in much the same terms as at September crisis. Observer [b]
Party Politics
Sinclair, Ramsay Muir, Amery, Eden, Cripps, Burgin make virtually identical statements re. resistance to German aggression.° Sunday Times [c]
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(TimesArchive) [b]
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[1] This is probably an error for NCL (National Council of Labour); see 15.7.39, Party Politics, 2. The sense is elliptical, but seems to refer to an appeal to the German people under the heading ‘Why kill each other?’ made by the NCL. Summaries were broadcast by the BBC on the night of Saturday, 1 July 1939, in German, French, Italian, Portuguese, and Spanish. The NCL also arranged broadcasts to German workers from the secret radio stations on the Continent and distributed printed copies of the appeal throughout underground organization. Peter Davison
[2] For more information on Orwell’s ‘Diary of Events Leading Up to War’, click here.
Orwell Diaries 1938-1942 
At last! Enough with the chickens and goats, already. I was wondering when we’d start to get Orwell’s take on the events of that fateful summer.
_Now_ we’re getting somewhere. Note: according the Versailles Treaty (WW I) the Free City of Danzig was part of neither Poland nor Germany. It had had a mostly German population.
Yes this is more like it … but before we abandon Chickenland entirely, Logrus and Steve (1/7/39), I think eggs “laid out” are not laid out by George, they are laid by the hens “out” in the garden as opposed to “in” the henhouse.
Thank you, Stephen. I, too, am ignorant regarding traditional chicken customs but was ashamed to ask.
[As I mentioned recently, starting tonight (and for the following four Thursdays) the movies of 1939 will be featured on TCM.]
I’m guessing that “NLC of Labour Party” is a conflation of “NEC of Labour Party” and “National Council of Labour”.
Hm. From goats and chickens and ducks to politicians. I wonder where that’s going to lead, eh?
Max
Nothing like a subtle change of direction.
and over the precipice we go…