Word: royale
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...schedule. Leopold the monarch behaved in the same independent way. This, as every student of constitutional monarchy knows, can be dangerous for the state. Certainly, it is not good for a king's popularity. Leopold, for example, just before the Belgian parliamentary elections in which the "royal question" of his return was the prime issue (TIME, July 4), decided without consulting anyone to play in the French international golf tournament. Staunch monarchists winced; the King, they said, ought not to compete with just "anybody." In New York former Belgian Premier Georges Theunis peevishly grumbled: "Ce gamin...
Other political oldtimers brooded over the comedown of the royal line. Said one who had served both Leopold and his beloved father, mountain-climbing Albert I: "Leopold has the same passion for golf that Albert had for Alpinism. The big difference is that Albert would not dream of indulging in his favorite sport when there was state business to be transacted, while Leopold simply will not forgo a game of golf...
...dourly how the King's golf led him to his second wife, the commoner Mary Liliane Baels. She used to wait for Leopold at the 18th hole at Le Zoute on the North Sea, a tony resort, but not too tony for nouveaux riÇhes. Like her royal husband, she is a topnotch golfer, plays the Onex course under 80, has twice held the Club de Genève women's championship. Though she is merely the daughter of a newly rich fish merchant, the King has bestowed on her the title Princess de Rethy...
...Apologies. Like the U.S. Commission on Freedom of the Press (TIME, March 31, 1947), the 17-member Royal Commission was mainly composed of nonjournalists; it was headed by Sir David Ross, provost (now emeritus) of Oxford's Oriel College and a distinguished Aristotelian scholar. As Britain's press lords paraded before the commission, they made no apologies...
From Bangkok to Hanoi, Surgeon May makes his rounds, trotting through an atmosphere of opium and betel nut, respectfully probing the innards of royal concubines, palpating a slew of Somerset Maughamish transplanted Europeans without whom the mysterious East would probably be far less mysterious. Stretched in their hammocks, patting on the suntan oil, most U.S. readers will gladly tag along with...