Word: margarete
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Denmark and cousin of England's Duchess of Kent; their two young sons, Prince Ludwig, 6, Prince Alexander, 4, and the 66-year-old Dowager Duchess were all flying to London for the wedding of Prince Ludwig, social attaché in the German Embassy at London, to Miss Margaret Campbell Geddes, daughter of Sir Auckland Campbell Geddes, onetime Cabinet Minister and onetime British Ambassador...
Mansell buys a dilapidated Tudor country house as a wedding present for his beautiful, sweet-tempered fiancée Margaret. When he fences out the fox hunters because he is sorry for the foxes, he brings the whole countryside down on him. Margaret is killed in an automobile accident the day before the wedding. Mansell sinks his grief into a feud with his neighbors. He hauls trespassers into court, buys up the remaining hunting coverts, announces that he will build a munitions plant, a model community, a machine gun range, a Buddhist temple...
...cousin. Mansell marries her. In 1955, at book's end, he is still a munitionsmaker (interested in ''anything that shortens war and limits the rule of generals in human affairs"), but is more famed for his London ballet theatre, his model garden city of St. Margaret's, which blankets the fields where fox hunters once jumped or fell...
...Margaret Bourke-White's salary remains in the five-figure class. She wears Paris clothes, but she roughs it to photograph Russian peasants, floods, droughts, American workmen, all of which have come to interest her more than ice-boxes...
...elementary course in photography mostly for credits. A transfer to the University of Michigan brought her closer to her real interests, biology and herpetology (reptiles). To carry on, she returned to work in a paradise of turtles, snakes, and caterpillars, Cleveland's museum of natural history. In 1927 Margaret Bourke-White was a Cornell graduate, an AOPi, and her interest, but not her affection for reptiles, had waned...