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...bowler hat, black jacket, sponge-bag pants and white spats, which he wore as a broker in London's "City" until a few months ago, were far away and forgotten by 6 ft. 3 in. Robert H. Bristowe as he cruised south along the west coast of Africa one night last week in a special service detachment of His Majesty's Royal Navy. Broker Bristowe, a nautical-minded man since boyhood, retired from the Navy five years ago but now, ranked Lieut. Commander, he was back, and in the hot night off France's colony of Senegal...
Shuffling and shivering in Threadneedle Street one morning last week long lines of thin, neat, pasty-faced, bowler-hatted London stockbrokers' clerks waited for the Bank of England to open at 10 a.m. It was zero hour for the ?300 million 3% war loan ($1,200,000,000) announced fortnight ago by Chancellor of the Exchequer Sir John Simon. This first major fiscal barrage of Great Britain in World War II had to go over with a triumphant rumble of "Oversubscribed!"-or else. The waiting clerks gossiped that Distillers Co., Ltd. was buying $4,000,000 worth, Prudential Assurance...
...beautiful. He reminisces about undergraduate roistering at Oxford; the result is a fair example of the unresting Gogarty wit and the chief Gogarty interest: "I could not help recalling the scene, near midnight one long-vanished summer, between the bridges of the canal behind the college, the silhouetted bowler hats of the proctors converging from each side; and the amazement of a local Ariadne deserted on the bank as I took unobtrusively to the waters which drowned love. It was better, I reflected as I swam away, that she should be astonished than that we should be surprised...
Married. Sir Willmott Harsant Lewis, 62, famed Washington correspondent of the London Times; and Socialite Mrs. Norma Bowler Hull,* 51; both for the third time, in Lorton...
...favorite was Lord Rosebery's Blue Peter, a chestnut colt who few weeks before had won the Two Thousand Guineas, first of the season's Big Three races for three-year-olds.† Babbling bookmakers, taking hard-earned bobs from farmers, charwomen, clerks, winked slyly under their bowler hats. A notorious Derby jinx had plagued the Rosebery silks ever since 1905 when the present Earl's father, onetime Prime Minister of England, won his third and last Derby...