Word: rivieras
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...week when she gave birth to a girl-child of swarthy skin, jet black hair and beady brown eyes. Since the event was somewhat premature, the babe's father, Sir Tokuji Rao Holkar, deposed Maharaja of Indore, was suddenly obliged to break off playing baccarat at Cannes, French Riviera, whence he rushed to his wife's bedside at St. Germain, near Paris, arriving just in time. Though naturally disappointed that the offspring was not male, Sir Tokuji at once ordered a splendrous and pompous Hindu christening...
Solemnly Death came last week to Athanase Vagliano, on the golden Riviera at minute, lovely Roquebrune. Everyone of the smart world has at least passed the place. As your "Blue Train" from Paris halts momentarily at Monte Carlo and then chuffs on to Menton, the prettiest station through which it speeds, the one with the neatest garden and the fairest palms, is Roquebrune. In the great house just visible through dense foliage lived ''The Greek," Europe's "Prince of Gamblers," and there he died?rich...
...Syndicate's game was and is baccarat. One season they lost three millions of francs to M. André Citroen, the "Henry Ford of France." In the novel Enemies of Women famed Spaniard Vincente Blasco Ibánez portrayed Athanase Vagliano, under another name, as the evil genius of the Riviera. As a matter of fact the heaviest losers to the Syndicate do seem to have been women. "Once," Vincente Blasco Ibánez has said, "I saw Vagliano win a million francs at a single sit ting." With one franc worth almost four cents, as at present, that would have been...
Died. Athanase Vagliano, called "The Greek," famed as the Premier Gambler of Europe; at Roquebrune, French Riviera...
...over his smart luggage. For she was the ultimate in secretaries; as was Elaine in charming wives, Jack in creditable sons, Pearl in chic, sophisticated daughters-in-law. Business was good, a holiday was in order, the most luxurious of trains snorted impatiently to carry Frith-Walter to the Riviera. He was healthy, he was wealthy, he was witty and wise; all was well with his world. "The earth lies all before me"-he had liked that line of Wordsworth, so he boarded the train with The Prelude in his pocket, and anticipated mellow pleasure in the reading...