Word: rodes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...draw a hearse in a royal funeral since a horse became fractious at Queen Victoria's funeral. Solemn lines of Navy ratings (enlisted men) in uniform blue hauled the gun carriage that bore the King's coffin. Behind them, in the bright red and gilt state coach, rode the bereaved women, dim, veiled, scarcely visible: Britain's young Queen, her mother, her sister Margaret and her aunt, the Princess Royal. Behind them, walking four abreast, came the Royal Dukes: Edinburgh, the Queen's husband; Gloucester, the King's younger brother; Windsor, who had once been...
...black horses, a caisson bearing the King's coffin made its way from Sandringham to the railroad station, down a two-and-a-half-mile winding road lined by hushed thousands. Prince Philip and the Duke of Gloucester walked behind the caisson, followed by a limousine in which rode the women in the family, veiled in black. A special train took the royal party to London, 103 miles away. There, on a windy, rainy afternoon, the coffin was led through crowded, silent streets to Westminster Hall, where the King would lie in state until his funeral this week...
...Prime Minister. Then, followed by Philip, she walked gravely along the line of Privy Councilors, shaking hands and murmuring a word to each. The Argonaut's eight crewmen disembarked and saluted, and the Queen shook hands with each of them. Then she climbed into her waiting car and rode to Clarence House, past rows of silent, bareheaded subjects lining the road, mile after mile. As she stepped from the car, a guardsman tugged on a halyard and sent the Royal Standard fluttering up the flagstaff of Elizabeth's house...
...asylum: a Negro tuberculosis settlement some 25 miles from Durban where he will help with the manual labor.* A switch on the real-life story of Commander Howard W. Gilmore. Mortally wounded by Jap gunfire on the bridge of his submarine, Gilmore ordered his men to "Take her down!", rode to a hero's grave to save his craft...
...leafage and insufferable heat. The sound of the horses' feet was like a confused heartbeat on the stood swaying together with their booted feet deep in the soft, mud, holding each other in the green gloom, the sweat running down their backs under the shirts. Presently they remounted and rode on. (page...