Word: maharanis
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...heiress who has married a title (Michael Rennie), Lana is described by her husband as "greedy, selfish, decadent, corrupt"-by which he means that she has a roving eye. As the story begins, Lana goes flouncing off to India to pick up a stallion from a maharani's stable. Enter Dr. Safti (Richard Burton), an untouchable who has been educated in England, and pretty soon the twain are meeting under every deodar that could stand the trip to California. Maybe it's yoga and maybe not, but Lana suddenly realizes what she has been needing all her life...
...first maharani is dead. Maharani No. 2 is living in retirement, back in Jaipur. The currently visible maharani is the sister of the fun-loving maharaja of Cooch-Behar, and a sportswoman in her own right: by her own reckoning, she has bagged some 25 tigers...
...against the socialite Washington Polo Club team. The maharaja, a big (6 ft. 2 in., 200 lbs.), beaming fellow, turned up in unexotic loafers, levis and leather chaps, managed to score one goal (he has a seven-goal rating) before the weather fagged him and his overburdened pony. The maharani, his darkly glamorous wife, looked cool and composed in a diaphanous sari of watermelon pink, but she didn't feel that way. "Saris look cool," she explained, "but they hug the ankles, and are really too hot on a day like this...
Between chukkers, the 35-year-old third maharani* dutifully mopped her sweltering husband with a dry towel, fetched him beer, and shaded him with her bright parasol. Gasped sweating Prince Kumar: "In India, we start our polo games at 5 in the afternoon." Between the humidity and the royalty, hardly anyone noticed the final score of the game, which the Washingtonians won, 10-5. Afterwards the maharaja and his wife and son repaired to a local dairy, where they cooled off over frosted milkshakes...
...outdid one another in their efforts to entertain the maharaja royally. As usual. Ambassador Ali came out ahead, with an elaborate garden party celebrating the maharaja's 43rd birthday. In the garden behind the receiving line he thoughtfully installed an attic fan. to cool the royal rear. The maharani gamely learned to dance the Cha Cha Cha, while her husband consumed four bottles of champagne and discoursed on the fine points of pigsticking. When the turbaned waiters brought out a large pink and white birthday cake, the band struck up "Happy Birthday," and the guests sang spiritedly until they...