Word: irelands
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...late, great Philadelphia Financier Joseph William Drexel, widow of famed Socialite Playboy Henry Symes Lehr, of whom she last year wrote a bitter, best-selling biography ("King Lehr" and the Gilded Age) ; and the Baron John Graham Hope de la Poer Beresford Decies, 70, representative peer for Ireland in Great Britain, whose first wife was the late Vivien, daughter of George Jay Gould; in Paris...
...hand as if to take an oath. Yeats himself never raises his voice above a faint chant. Absentminded, mystical, called the most complete type of fop that has ever appeared in literature, he has gone his dreamy way regardless of critical catcalls. has steadily grown in the estimation of Ireland and the world. Of the small, select number of first-rate modern poets, Yeats is certainly one. An old man now (70), he writes little new verse but indulges an oldster's privilege of reminiscence. Last week, in Dramatis Personae, he told of his part in the beginnings...
Louis F. Fieser for a study of organic chemicals which produce cancer compounds; H. O'Neill Mencken for the fifth Harvard archaeological expedition in Ireland, to conclude the study of the Iron Age and to pursue that of the Early Christian period...
...Robert Bell, Wartime groom to Edward of Wales and until last week a stableboy in Ireland, received a black-bordered envelope from Buckingham Palace, joyfully chucked up his job to work for King Edward...
...like a dead stick, but there was a star-burst before the end. Ralegh was a gentleman but not a noble, and both the Tudor and the older nobility frowned on him as an upstart. After a fitful attendance at Oxford some fighting in the Low Countries and in Ireland (where he made historians shudder by his part in the massacre at Smerwick), Ralegh went to Elizabeth's court and began his rapid rise. Biographer Thompson does not comment on the legend that attributes Elizabeth's first favors to the tale of the cloak and the mud-puddle...