Word: ishbel
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...huff, galled by their defeat at The Hague by Britain's stubborn, ungracious Chancellor of the Exchequer Philip Snowden (see col. 2). The French especially were furious. Therefore, on his way to Geneva, last week, astute Scot MacDonald stopped off at Paris with his apple-cheeked daughter Ishbel, to pay a tactful, friendly little call on French Prime Minister Aristide Briand, just back from three weeks of desperate haggling with Chancellor Snowden at The Hague...
After a 45-minute chat, Mr. MacDonald sped from M. Briand's office to the Gare de Lyons. Before his train chuffed out he talked to French correspondents with unwonted bonhommie. "I couldn't pass through Paris without seeing M. Briand, messieurs!" cried Pere MacDonald while Daughter Ishbel beamed. "Say simply that two old friends have met. The visit was purely personal. My old friend 'happens' -I place the emphasis on 'happens'-to be Prime Minister of France...
Families. Politics is increasingly a family affair in England. With Ramsay MacDonald in Downing Street will be his hostess-daughter, Ishbel. Behind him on the Labor government benches will sit his son, Malcolm. With Malcolm, looking across at his overthrown Conservative father, will be Oliver Baldwin, son of Stanley. Sharing Lloyd George's balance-of-power on the Liberal benches will be the Welshman's round-faced daughter, Megan, and his son, Major Gwilym...
...these are new M. P.'s except Major Gwilym George. Megan Lloyd George, though she was far younger when she lived at No. 10 Downing Street than was sober-sided Ishbel MacDonald, who was her father's official hostess, is much the same quiet sort of girl and leaves flamboyance to her parent. Of all the progeny of the Big Three, the most curious is Oliver Baldwin, a young man once thin and precious, now plump and still precious. A member of Oxford's most esoteric circles, he fought in the Armenian army, was imprisoned in Turkey...
...prospect of saying how-do-you-do to friends they had not seen since the autumn shooting in Scotland. Mrs. Winston Churchill, with three Anglo-Indian ladies, Painter Sir John Lavery with his lady, Margot Asquith, an enormous smile twitching under her hawk nose, Premier Baldwin, in a topper, Ishbel Macdonald with her father, a crowd of college men wearing golf clothes to show their nonchalance, a host of pretty people who bowed to other people who did not know them, went up the stairs and in the door...