Word: manors
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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PHYLLIS--in from Pine Manor on an afternoon's bender and just sick because she can't stay for the tea dancing. To her, everything--including her escort--is wonderful. Her room mate knows a man who is substitute something on Dartmouth's second team and my dear, you should see him: priceless! A light line but she manages to cover territory in a surprisingly short period of time...
Watch Mr. Warner when the train leaves the station. He moves unobtrusively through his car?it may be the French Lake, Red Ridge, William Beaumont, Lake Drain, Alfred Nobel, Point Case, Christopher Wren, Glen Manor, Louis Pasteur, Cyrus Field, Edmund Halley?or any of 76 other names?doing small things for large people and quietly watching them, studying them, children and greybeards, ladies and gentlemen, to size them up in one of two Pullman-porters' categories...
...outskirts of sooty Birmingham is ivy-clad Drayton Manor, whereon a halo of fame has grown for more than a century. Drayton Manor, as all good Britishers know, was the home of Sir Robert Peel (1788-1850), than whom there was no more revered statesman in the 19th Century. His ancestors, sprung from Yorkshire yeoman stock, potent in a rising industrial era, Tory to the core, saw in him the future leader of the Tories. A scholar and a football player, he entered Parliament. A smart young man, he established the Irish constabulary and the London police.* But some...
...dancer of Chariot's Revue. But her husband, neither statesman nor footlight celebrity remained one of those Englishmen with 10,000 acres and nothing particular to do. A Peel must do something, so last week young Sir Robert announced the opening of a dance hall (roadhouse) near Drayton Manor, which he will manage with his wife's assistance. And last week, his wife, Beatrice, now the first comedienne of the English-singing stage, was playing in Chicago, presumably well-pleased that her husband had found a career...
...company of her first. Maidens revolt in every third novel these days but here is a maiden whose technique is neither kittenish nor hoydenish. Motherless Letty Monckton is a British country gentlewoman with as much poise as poetry about her. Her flight from the bosom of Moncktonism?father, manor, cousins, suitor ?to the humbler hearth and home of Andrew Bullen, tweeded biologist, is not like the flapping of a decapitated chicken but like the career of a startled teal, which will explore other ponds before circling back to an inviting one nearby...