Word: queene
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Next day the President's trip took him to Aberdeen's Dyce Airport, thence to Balmoral Castle, where Queen Elizabeth II was waiting. It was a drizzly day. The fragrance was on the heather. Fat Black Angus cattle grazed on the rolling hills. Trout-filled streams gurgled cheerfully. U.S. reporters rolling out into the Highlands with the President and Prince Philip, who had met him, were surprised that so few Scotsmen wore kilts. But when they got to the gates of royal Balmoral, the Americans got the full treatment-bagpipes howling fiendishly, Royal Highland Fusiliers crashing to attention...
...guard of honor is formed up and ready for your inspection. Sir." A murmur was running through the crowd: "Oooooooh, the Queen." There stood Elizabeth, pregnant and officially out of sight, yet slim and pretty in a baby blue, three-button suit and a small white straw hat. The royal family whisked the President off to the great castle, then to a picnic tea beside shining Loch Muick. When Elizabeth whispered something in the President's ear, he said: "Oh, wonderful. Wonderful...
...Anything . . ." Up early next morning, Ike had a leisurely breakfast in his three-room suite on Balmoral's ground floor, met the royal family in a drawing room for a final chat, then with Queen Elizabeth, Prince Philip, Prince Charles and Princess Anne, walked out of the castle onto the closely cropped lawn. As a group of reporters and photographers (admitted to the grounds under a pool arrangement) approached, Ike put his hand on Princess Anne's blonde head. Asked he: "Are you going to learn to cook?" The Queen answered for her daughter: "I'll send...
...most crowded August yet in the 100-year history of the French Riviera, a place which in Queen Victoria's day thought itself a winter resort. From Menton on the Italian border all along the beautifully indented 165-mile coast to La Ciotat outside Marseille, the sunlit Côte d'Azur was jammed with a half-million vacationing Frenchmen and hundreds of thousands of foreign tourists...
...Table. The captain: a tall, debonair Irishman named James D. Armstrong, master of the 28,000-ton Cunard liner Britannic, The plot: he had been royally sacked by Britain's staid, prosperous Cunard Steamship Co. just a few months before he was due to become master of the Queen Mary, and eventually commodore of the line...