Word: cenotaphs
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...engagement that the British Royal Family takes as seriously as anything on its calendar is the annual Armistice Day ceremony at Whitehall's Cenotaph. Standing bareheaded at such a service nine years ago George V caught the cold from which he never fully recovered, yet to repeated suggestions that this ceremony in the murderous November damp be given up, the Royal Family has always turned a deaf...
...Antonio, Tex. last week rumbled one of the last vans full of plaster and clay models of sculpture by Mountain-Carver Gutzon Borglum, who closed up his studio and left Texas for good last month after the contract for San Antonio's greatest memorial, the Alamo Cenotaph, was awarded not to him but to pudgy Sculptor Pompeo Coppini. During the twelve years he called San Antonio his home, big-eared, irascible Sculptor Borglum never finished a Texas job. A hater of cheap politics since the fiasco of his Stone Mountain project in Georgia, Borglum's wrath at Texas...
...King Edward, after laying his Armistice Day wreath on the Cenotaph in Whitehall last week, was greeted in the Royal Box at Albert Hall by veterans who serenaded him with the song Who's Your Lady Friend? His Majesty then drove directly to dine a deux with Mrs. Simpson at her home...
Imperial Garden Party, Bright & early next morning a round hundred admirers of Haile Selassie gathered in Whitehall to see him lay a wreath on the Cenotaph honoring Britain's War dead. With dogged British grit they waited all morning and all afternoon until finally dispersed by a thunderstorm. All through the day Haile Selas sie had been demanding that the Foreign Office accord him "official permission" to lay the wreath which meanwhile drooped and withered in his hallway. Captain An thony Eden's subordinates had kept insisting all day that His Majesty should merely apply to Scotland Yard...
...possible to analyze the impersonal hecatombs of battle into individual instances of coldblooded killing. Since the World War, writers who are also veterans have been resurrecting many an unknown soldier. Their grisly finds make a pile of evidence more terribly impressive (though more ephemeral) than any neat, white, euphemistic cenotaph to the glorious dead. Austria's Andreas Latzko (Men in War), France's Henri Barbusse (Le Feu), England's C. E. Montague (Disenchantment), Siegfried Sassoon (Memoirs of an Infantry Officer), Robert Graves (Goodbye to All That), Germany's Fritz von Unruh (Way of Sacrifice), Erich Remarque...