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Members of Britain's nether classes often refer collectively to those above as "Them." Enviously they know that a man child born to "Them" can take the soft path that leads through Oxford or Cambridge and then on to Place & Power. Such a scion of "Them" is David George Brownlow Cecil, Lord Burghley, 23, who ran through Cambridge as a track star, and was appointed last week a Justice of the Peace at Peterborough...
...Majesty went before the Majlis (Parliament) and presented to that assembly as Regent the boy, Shahpur Mohammed Reza Pahlevi. The lad, trained to drill and play war games from infancy, made a trim, soldierly appearance. The Majlis cheered him and he held his head high. But afterwards his nether lip trembled as his father bade him goodbye and set forth, jauntily, to lead an army into Luristan...
...vestment, with crown, imperial orb and sceptre, is standing under a vaulted canopy the front of which contains a relief of St. Christopher with the Christ child. Around the Emperor are grouped the emblems of his sovereignty and coats of arms of the Empire, the Hapsburg dynasty. Upper and Nether-Austria, Styria, and Lombardy, together with heraldic lions and an eagle, the latter holding in his beak a ribbon with the letters A. E. I. O. U. (Austria Erit in Orbe Ultima)--the Emperor's favorite motto. His long flowing hair and delicate, refined lines of his aristocratic face heighten...
Died. William Cameron Sproul, 57, onetime (1919-23) Governor of Pennsylvania, Candidate for the Republican nomination for President in 1920 and long a leader in Republican politics; at Nether Providence Township near Chester, Pa. Successively farm boy, newspaper owner, manufacturer, politician, he was known as the "father of good roads in Pennsylvania." His favorite poem, "Crossing the Bar" by Tennyson, was recited at the funeral attended by leading Pennsylvanians...
...adornment of bare masculine legs by Harvard men while sipping tea in the refined atmosphere of an elite Harvard Square tea shoppe. According to them the atmosphere of their favorite afternoon rendez-vous is destroyed by half-dressed athletes and, with appropriate modesty and blushes, they insist that hairy nether limbs be confined to the gymnasium or, in this case, to the squash court...