Word: raja
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Nothing so intrigues a reader of London's illustrated press as a good, meaty article on the daily life of a cinema star, an Earl's daughter, an Indian Raja. On sale in the U. S. last week was the latest U. S. edition of London's Picture Post (dated a fortnight later than the British edition), containing an English journalist's solemn pictorial record of the life of an average New Yorker...
...Toscanini's first orchestra concert last fortnight arrived Jagatjit Singh Bahadur, Maharaja Raja I Rajgan of Kapurthala, and a pretty woman. They were late. Ignoring a strict Salzburg rule, the lean old Maharaja & friend pushed by a doorkeeper, swept down the aisle to their seats in the first row. Toscanini, who had lifted his baton to begin the last movement of a Mozart symphony, heard the commotion, turned around to glare, bowed ironically, growled: "Well, I can wait." The sympathetic audience broke into loud cheers which for a moment the flustered Maharaja seemed to take as a personal ovation...
...Cabled Raja Brooke in reply, ''QUITE OK ELIZA PROVIDED NO PUBLICITY OR NEWSPAPER EXCITEMENT LOVE VYNER...
British deference to Raja Brooke kept the story out of staid London papers and off the cables. Last week it broke as irrepressible picture services showed the world Raja Brooke's daughter and her bridegroom cutting their jazz wedding cake...
International swanksters recalled the recent marriage of Manhattan Socialite Marjorie Oelrichs to Jazzman Eddie Duchin whose Central Park Casino orchestra used to burst into the flattering strains of Margie whenever she arrived (TIME, June 17). Raja Brooke's jazz-struck Eliza was for a time a friend of languorous Scottish Actor Jack Buchanan who used to sing Eliza to her and nearly got her a part in a cinema. Three years ago she graduated to Bandster Roy, who calls her "Dedi" because simple Sarawak natives know her as "The Dayang Pearl." Mr. Roy rides mornings in Rotten Row, crickets...