Word: lasse
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...never posed in the nude. The gossip on her is no more exciting than what they write about the Queen Mother. She has made only three films, as yet unreleased-things called Swinging Summer, Fantastic Journey and One Million B.C. Nonetheless Actress Raquel Welch, 23, a San Diego lass making the London scene, is upstaging every sexpot in Europe, being treated to covers on picture magazines and about as much Fleet Street play as Meg would get if she left Lord Snowdon. It's all quite unaccountable, although Raquel herself explains it this way: "I'm told...
...land of Victorianism, but Victorianism was only a temporary aberration in the British character, which is basically less inhibited than most. London today is in many ways like the cheerful, violent, lusty town of William Shakespeare, one of whose happiest songs is about "a lover and his lass, that o'er the green cornfield did pass." It is no coincidence that critics describe London's vibrant theater as being in the midst of a second Elizabethan era, that one number on the Rolling Stones' newest LP is a mock-Elizabethan ballad with a harpsichord and dulcimer...
Denmark's King Frederik gave her a robust goodbye buss at the airport, and off flew Daisy on the first leg of her seven-week Latin American good-will tour. Stopping for a day in Manhattan, the lass submitted to a press conference at the Danish Consulate, where reporters started asking whom she's been dating lately. "That's a bit of an odd question," she sniffed. There were other nosy queries, but at last they were done and the searing TV lights went off. Gasped Daisy, better known as Princess Margrethe, 25, who will some...
Married. Robert M. Goldberg, 25, only son of U.K. Ambassador Arthur J. Goldberg; and Barbara Louise Sproston, 25, a pretty lass from Crail, Scotland, and a fellow Harvard graduate student (she in education, he in law school); in Chicago...
...here's the twist-milord's lust for battle counts as nothing compared to the lust inspired in him by a winsome peasant girl, Rosemary Forsyth. He needs her, he explains, as he needs bread, sunshine, fire in winter. Honor. Well, blast honor. He claims the lass on the very day of her marriage to a husky serf, invoking the ancient droit du seigneur whereby a nobleman may claim ''the right of the first night" with any bride in his domain. The local priest (Maurice Evans) fusses a bit, suggesting that he choose another virgin...