Word: aristocratic
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Britain's new Prime Minister has the elegance of an aristocrat, the literacy of a scholar, the drive of an executive. His oratorical gestures are as widely expansive as his mustache, his eyes are hound-dog sad, but his wit is quick and cheerfully malicious...
Died. Theodor Koerner, 83, President of Austria since 1951 and former mayor of Vienna (1945-51), a tall, white-bearded onetime aristocrat who became a hero early in World War I, was made chief of staff of Austro-Hungarian forces on the Italian front, in 1918 took an oath of loyalty to the first Austrian Republic after the collapse of the empire; of a stroke; in Grinzing, near Vienna...
...four French provinces and lord of vast estates. His mother was of royal Bourbon blood. He was a youthful companion of the young Prince Louis-Joseph, fought as a cavalry officer in the Seven Years' War. At 23, he docilely married the daughter of a rich, petty aristocrat in a ceremony attended by King Louis XV and his Queen. Five months later he was arrested in a local bordello, and convicted of "outrageous debauchery," by a regime that considered ordinary debauchery routine. King Louis XV himself ordered him to prison and accorded no special privileges...
...himself a hero of the new revolution, and was made a judge. But the man who commended cruelty as a means of individual expression recoiled from institutionalized cruelty. Most of all, he denied that any man had the right to sit in judgment on another. He pardoned nearly every aristocrat brought before him, even spared the family of his detested mother-in-law. Soon he was arrested for "moderantism," was saved from the guillotine only by the fact that Robespierre fell from power the day before his scheduled execution. In 1800 he was consigned to a criminal asylum, whose chief...
...editorial comment on Britain's attack on Suez, Socialist Vicky was, as usual, Fleet Street's sharpest mocksman -because he saw the British as they do not like to see themselves. To Vicky, 42, Sir Anthony Eden is a toothy, decrepit aristocrat, his Conservative colleagues a band of feckless manikins. Vicky's Eden in the last four months has ranged from a knobby-kneed Adam, who is persuaded to bite into the forbidden fruit by a seductive French Eve, to a desert-island castaway brooding over a phonograph full of ancient hits, e.g., The Last Time...