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Last week King George, Queen Elizabeth, Queen Mother Mary, and 24 other knights-youngest, the Duke of Norfolk; oldest, the Duke of Portland; newest, Earl Baldwin-assembled in the Waterloo Chamber of Windsor Castle. Each wore a mantle of dark blue velvet with a crimson hood, a black velvet hat with white ostrich plumes. The only members of the Order who did not wear a gold-encrusted dark-blue garter below the left knee were the two Queens. Instead they wore them on the left...
...writers and readers small, independent presses every once in a while appear. Liable to crankiness, preciosity and short wind, a few nevertheless make themselves useful. Last week an interesting candidate for usefulness published its fifth book in a series devoted to "work of individualists." The press: New Directions, of Norfolk, Conn. The editor: 23-year-old James Laughlin IV of the Pittsburgh steel family...
...crimson robe festooned with miniver, had to go thirsty. He was standing just outside the House of Lords fidgeting with a black cocked hat. waiting to be inducted. A thin stream of dignitaries trickled towards him-Sir Gerald Woods Wollaston, Garter Principal King of Arms; the Duke of Norfolk, Earl Marshal of England; the Earl of Ancaster, Lord Great Chamberlain; the Earl of Derby and the Marquess of Londonderry, two senior peers. They shuffled into position, marched up the aisle towards the woolsack whereon sat Viscount Hailsham, Lord Chancellor, speaker of the House of Lords. At each three steps they...
While his new wife, the former Hon. Lavinia Mary Strutt (TIME, Feb. 8), was opening a bridge across the Trent River, the Duke of Norfolk confided to a British journalist how he met her. "I went out hunting with the Quorn hounds just over a year ago, and fell off my horse. It was entirely my own fault, but a certain lady, who is now beside me, stopped to pick me up. I was told afterwards it was the only time in her life she had stopped for anybody who had fallen off in the hunting field. . . . She is feeling...
...disappearance was apparently the first drama in Mr. Keene's life. He had lived with his wife in a modest residential hotel in Washington, had a son who had graduated from Annapolis. Once an architect, at 63 he was a not too prosperous real estate broker, bound for Norfolk cheaply by boat presumably to complete an inconsequential real-estate deal...