Word: maharajahs
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...Continent and London, from Los Angeles and New York, to disgorge bevies of international beauties every bit as dazzling as any courtesan painted by Watteau or Fragonard. Their names tumbled out of Burke 's Peerage, the Almanack de Gotha and the Social Register. From London, there was the Maharajah and Maharani of Jaipur, Lady Astor, and the young dandy Lord Lichfield; from Madrid, Count and Countess de Romanones-Quintanilla, and from Rome, Donna Allegra Caracciolo. Paris sent Princess Peggy d'Arenberg and Dubonnet-Maker André Dubonnet; from Manhattan flew Marylou Whitney (with a sequined...
...part of the state of Madhya Pradesh. The lavish royal guest house is a Girl Scout training center, and the main palace is a museum that charges 300 a head for admission. Many out-of-work princes drifted into the foreign service. Some took a fling at business; the Maharajah of Cooch Behar even organized tiger-hunting safaris, complete with flush toilets under canvas...
...fall below expectations-as they well may. -1ndia could go a long way toward closing its $1 billion a year trade gap if only it attracted more tourists. Indira selected an interesting man from an interesting state for the job. New Tourism Minister Karan Singh, 36, is the Maharajah of Kashmir and, as such, is the first Indian prince ever to serve in a Cabinet. His talents as a Sanskrit scholar, poet and pianist attracted Indira's attention. The question now is whether he can help India project an image that lures nore tourists-and hard currency...
...DROP OF ANOTHER HAT. Sound a bellow with a whisper, match a maharajah with a mouse, mix wit with whimsy, and you have the combination for an evening of charming entertainment by Flanders and Swann...
Swann is a bespectacled cricket on a piano bench. He and his piano both chirp. Flanders, confined to a wheelchair by polio, looks like a maharajah temporarily deprived of his turban, bearers and ceremonial umbrella. He possesses the slightly disdainful aplomb, though not the waspish irascibility of a black-bearded Monty Woolley. When the two sing together in revue style, their words dance-whether it be a mock blues about the unrequited love of a nearsighted armadillo for an abandoned tank or a toast to the second law of thermodynamics in a foaming Einstein of boozy intellectual suds that tweaks...