Word: queenly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Anglicans will not be greatly abashed by Father Stowe's joshing of our "anomalous situation." He seems to accuse the Queen of England and the Archbishop of Canterbury of merciful intentions toward Princess Margaret . . . Nevertheless, we do not consider mercy a crime but rather an obedience to a law which Christ considered took precedence over most others. Perhaps mercy does lead to "logical absurdities." God's mercy to us is not logical. How can God at the same time be utterly just and still merciful? It isn't logical; it just happens to be true...
From the steps of the Royal Exchange, the City of London's Common Cryer cried out: "Oyez, oyez, oyez! By the Queen, a proclamation dissolving the present Parliament and declaring the calling of another." So, last week, began Britain's fourth general election campaign since the closing days of World War II. The office-hungry Labor Party had only 20 days in which to wrest the government away from Sir Anthony Eden's Conservatives. The challengers went into the fight as underdogs, but only slightly under (by 1%, according to the week's News Chronicle Gallup...
...breezy deck of the liner Queen Elizabeth, just before they sailed for Europe, Trumpeter James Caesar Petrillo, loud-tooting czar of the A.F.L. musicians, shot the breeze with one of his most distinguished rank-and-filers, Violin Virtuoso Yehudi Menuhin. Subject oft their chat: the merits of forming a United Nations orchestra. Petrillo was heading for an international labor powwow in Vienna; Menuhin, between concerts in Europe, could get in some hot licks on a forthcoming book about his recent odyssey. Tentative title: Around the World on a G-String...
...Britain's Ascot Heath track, two pretty equestriennes, Queen Elizabeth II and Princess Margaret, staged an impromptu three-furlong horse race. Neck and neck most of the way, they galloped abreast into the stretch, where Margaret pushed her mount ahead to win by three lengths. Later, the two royal ladies still had horses on their minds. They turned up in West Norfolk to watch a horsy event, strolled to the stands with the care free air of schoolgirls on a holiday...
...press-agents, a dialogue director, two script girls, a secretary, an assistant director, a mike boy to thrust a microphone before his mouth whenever he feels like really thinking out loud, and a chair boy to slip a chair under him whenever he feels (in the manner of Queen Victoria) in the mood for sitting...