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...ceremony itself, performed by the Most Rev. Michael Ramsey, the Archbishop of Canterbury, was eloquently simple. There was a flourish of trumpets from the Queen's Dragoon Guards, Mark's regiment. Then, while the guests sang Glorious Things of Thee Art Spoken, the princess strolled down the aisle on her father's arm. Behind her followed her only attendants: Lady Sarah Armstrong-Jones, 9, daughter of Princess Margaret, and Anne's brother Prince Edward, also 9. She promised "to love, cherish and to obey." The groom slipped onto her finger a wedding band that had been...
Nowhere is the American penchant for pilfering more in evidence than in Boston Common. Ever since 1897, the north side of the common has been dominated by a massive monument with a bronze bas-relief of Colonel Robert Gould Shaw, the white leader of the first black U.S. regiment, who was killed leading a Civil War assault on South Carolina's Fort Wagner. The only problem with the statue was Shaw's bronze sword. It kept disappearing. First the original, then another and another, until the colonel had been rearmed no less than a dozen times. Finally...
Phillips, who had been posted with his regiment to West Germany, returned to Britain for the announcement. When he and his honey-blonde fiancée entertained newsmen at Buckingham Palace, the straight-backed cavalry officer confessed that he was "petrified" when he asked Prince Philip's permission for the marriage. Anne, who said the wedding would be some time in November, showed off her engagement ring. "It's pretty simple," she said. "A sapphire in the middle and a diamond on each side." After his car's faulty battery had been repaired by mechanics at Buckingham...
...REGIMENT OF WOMEN by THOMAS BERGER 349 pages. Simon & Schuster...
...writer of this review, a Little Big Man fanatic, has never been able to feel anything more positive than impatience for Berger's interminable Reinhardt trilogy, a thousand-page mope about the flounderings of a fat loser. The impatience is not a bit dispelled by Regiment of Women. Berger's latest book is either a grossly awkward takeoff on the excesses of Women's Lib or a blundering satire about the way men treat women. The fact that a careful observer cannot decide which is one indication of what is wrong with the kind of novel Berger...