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...rushes at 6. She is home by 8. Often as not, she goes straight to bed to eat her one ravenous meal of the day-a truckdriver's helping of Irish stew or rare roast beef. Their respective jobs keep her and Ensign Richard Ney (Mrs. Miniver's son; they married last July) from seeing much of each other. Miss Carson's most constant companion is her mother...
These frank sentiments of the late, annoyingly literary George Moore got some rich encouragement last week. The best-known photographer of Harper's Bazaar had turned his glamorizing lenses on Gizeh and Thebes (see cuts). Baron George Hoyningen-Huene (pronounced Hoyningen-Hew-ney), 43, collaborated with Egyptologist George Steindorff, formerly of Leipzig University, in the publication of a super-glossy picture book with a short but solid text, Egypt (J. J. Augustin; $7.50). Fashion photographer Hoyningen-Huene went at his job with self-evident Schiaparelish; he romanticized immemorial stone as effectively as he ever did laces and velvets...
Married. Greer Garson, 31, red-haired cinemactress who got 1942's Academy Award; and U.S.N.R. Lieut. Richard Ney, 29, peacetime cinemactor; each for the second time; in Santa Monica, Calif. In Mrs. Miniver...
...best living purveyors of eccentrics is Jean Burton of Berkeley, Calif. She proved it in her biography of her bristling collateral ancestor Richard and his devoted wife (Sir Richard Burton's Wife-TIME, June 23, 1941), proves it again (with Texan Jan Fortune) in a study of Elisabet Ney...
Elisabet was sustained by an appealing cast of minor eccentrics. She would never admit that she had married Edmund Montgomery, bastard of a Scottish baron, lifelong searcher for the mainspring of life in the pullulations of protoplasm. All his life he called her "Miss Ney." In his silence, his patience, his courage, his poetic nobility, he emerges as almost a saint. Crescentia ("Cencie") Simath, the maidservant, was apparently paralyzed with love for Edmund and endured, if possible, even more than he did. Lorne, the son, was a tragic, horrifying product of idealism crossed with rampant mother love...