Who is Arthur Henderson

Arthur Henderson (13 September 1863 – 20 October 1935) was a British iron moulder and Labour politician. He was the first Labour cabinet minister, won the Nobel Peace Prize in 1934 and, uniquely, served three separate terms as Leader of the Labour Party in three different decades. He was popular among his colleagues, who called him "Uncle Arthur" in acknowledgement of his integrity, his devotion to the cause and his imperturbability. He was a transitional figure whose policies were, at first, close to those of the Liberal Party. The trades unions rejected his emphasis on arbitration and conciliation, and thwarted his goal of unifying the Labour Party and the trade unions.

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Arthur Henderson was born at 10 Paterson Street, Anderston, Glasgow, Scotland, in...
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Cyberalgo: “thus, the struggle for peace includes the struggle for freedom and justice for the masses of all countries.” —arthur henderson
Seanbaillie9: found hugh mciver avenue on a walk this morning, interestingly parallel to arthur henderson avenue
Aisilion: shirley henderson does hold the record of playing a teen at 38 yes, but i'm still disappointed that none of these lists have nigel terry's portrayal of 14 year old arthur in excalibur, he was 36 at the time..
Lfc_gambino: we knew thiago is injury prone we knew keita is injury prone we knew henderson is washed we knew milner is 37 and we still thought signing arthur is gonna fix our midfield problems we deserve this
Outonbluesix: despite never quite being very keen on 'church', i have to confess that tina heath on the sunday gang was - along with toni arthur, maggie henderson and louise hall-taylor - my first television crush. i very evidently had a 'type'.
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The Killing Place
 by Edgar Albert Guest

We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.

We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,
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