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...reception hall, bar, library, salon, dining room, recreation room, kitchen, service pantry and a terrace sprouting green grass, flowers and shrubs. By the time President Green arrived, Mr. Tobin and his party of eleven teamster officials (four with wives) were bouncing on the beds intended for the Duke and Duchess...
Died. Mary Kirk Simpson, 45, successor to the present Duchess of Windsor as wife of Ernest Simpson; in Wiltshire, England. She introduced Wallis to Simpson...
...maids, a Scotland Yardsman, three Cairn terriers-Delto, Breezy and Pooky -106 pieces of luggage. They were prepared to be met by official lukewarmth, unprepared for a tumultuous, sigh-heaving, welcome-shouting crowd that followed them hour by hour. Both were sartorially splendid; both made Protean clothes-changes. The Duchess had her hair done by Hairdresser Emile on one side and Emile Jr. on the other. The Emiles reported no grey hairs on either side; achieved a soft upsweep wave over the ears that fetched applause from newshens. The Duke, wrote the male press, looked 20 years younger than...
...penetrated their official masks of smiles and graciousness: no one knew the Duchess' thoughts as she whirled through the streets she had not seen for years, looking for vanished landmarks; or the Duke's as he entered the White House where "Silent Cal" Coolidge once volubly tried to relieve his shyness; or whether he remembered the Library of Congress, where once, with an injured arm, he shook hands for hours with thousands of people until, the pain becoming unbearable, he quietly excused himself, went behind a screen and fainted. Then he had been the coming King-Emperor, toasted...
Next day, like every dutiful visitor to Washington, the Duke went to see the Lincoln Memorial, like every visitor read slowly to himself the stone-chiseled inscriptions, Lincoln's Second Inaugural and the Gettysburg Address. That afternoon he and the Duchess, after two stiff little luncheons, one stuffy little dinner in the refrigerated privacy of the British Embassy, entrained for Chicago and for Calgary, Alberta, for the Edward Prince Ranch at High River, in the grand loneliness and peace of the Rocky Mountains. The minimum of officialdom saw them to the station...