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...Engaged. Cornelius Vanderbilt ('"Sonny") Whitney, 32, son of the late Sportsman Harry Payne Whitney and inheritor of his racing stable, onetime husband of the present Mrs. William Averell Harriman; and Miss Gwladys Crosby Hopkins, beauteous daughter of the late Mark Hopkins Jr. of Boston and Mrs. Stevens Heckscher of Philadelphia, and niece of the Marquise de Polignac of Paris...
...confused with Countess Gladys Szechenyi, daughter of the late Cornelius Van-derbilt...
Febrile, high-powered, insouciant is Reno, Nevada, divorce capital of the U.S. With rare abandon it orders its life, welcoming all comers: moody socialites, glittering cinemactresses, minor celebrities who will bring front-page space as did Cartoonist Peter Arno and Author Cornelius Vanderbilt Jr. when they quarreled boyishly (TIME, June 29). Loving to be unique, Reno was pleased last week when there arrived in town Dr. Thomas Kiley Gorman, 38, first Roman Catholic Bishop of the new diocese of Reno, Nevada (TIME, Aug. 3). For Bishop Gorman is no run-of-the-mill prelate such as another State might...
Observers noted that though the racing fleet was as numerous as usual the accompanying fleet was smaller than it has been for 30 years. A few big auxiliaries-Cornelius Crane's Illyria, Gerard Lambert's three-master Atlantic, Floyd Leslie Carlisle's Michabo-were ready to follow the races, but of the customary squadron of large steam yachts there were only two: Hiram Edward Manville's Hi-Esmaro and George Fisher Baker's Viking. On board the Viking, because his own flagship Valiant was too small. Commodore Aldrich held a meeting of all captains...
...show of courtesy was made-the duration of which would doubtless match the duration of the revolt. Havana regarded Machado's triumph sourly. There were no cheers, there were no crowds. General Menocal stepped ashore first, gaunt, his beard (which makes him look so much like Brig.-Gen. Cornelius Vanderbilt) untrimmed. his clothes torn and soiled. Yet he held his shoulders square, marched with head high past the clicking cameras. Fat old Carlos Mendieta. one eye swollen shut, slumped behind him, a dirty yellow slicker drooping from his shoulders, a shapeless felt hat squashed on his head. Just...