Word: havener
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Columnist Elsa: Maxwell paused in her celebrity-collector's report to cluck over the "shameful and almost unbelievable" way the press has been hounding Sharman Douglas and the Marquess of Milford Haven (TIME, Nov. 29). To Elsa, the subject may as well be closed: "I am quite sure that she is not going to marry [him] . . . She is not in love with him . . . neither of them has any money...
...come to look for a home and I am accosted by many uncouth persons. They haven't got Brains, any of them, only grey fluff that's flown into their heads by mistake, and they don't think. One even has the audacity to inquire whether I am a female or a male. Don' the silly! Of course...
...tossed off some mint juleps, fed them shrimp and mushrooms and showed them the house. She had discussed her artesian well ("We had to dig 260 feet, and we finally hit 25 gallons a minute"), her health ("I have the arteries of a girl of 16"), her finances ("I haven't bought a mink coat since 1934, for god's sake"), how she hates the theater ("I'd rather play cards or go to a ball game"), Private Lives ("I said to Noel before he saw it, 'anything you don't like...
...might have been lifted from the unpublished works of Aesop the Slave. A tiny rabbit was running out of the Soviet Union as though his life depended on it. He was stopped close to the border by a tired old dog who asked what all the excitement was about. "Haven't you heard?" panted the rabbit. "The Kremlin has decided to emasculate every elephant in Russia." The dog shook his head in mystery. "But I still don't understand," he said. "Why on earth should that worry you? They said nothing about rabbits, did they?" "Fool!" hissed...
...Mary Burnham School for Girls is a place I haven't been to or thought of since the spring of 1946, but the other night memories of it, in a hurry, like returning memories always are, came rushing back. I was on the telephone, calling Radcliffe, listening to that old black busy signal that I know so well, when suddenly I remembered everything. In a flash, of course...