Word: royale
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...whom Churchill once described as a nice, modest little man "who had a good deal to be modest about." Last week the New Statesman and Nation reported that, after Attlee had ably replied to some Churchill needling in the House of Commons, Churchill had remarked: "Feed a grub on royal jelly, and it may turn out to be a queen...
Would Eva go to Paris and London? There had been some loud reverberations. In Paris, Mmes. Auriol and Bidault had expressed their willingness to carry a welcome as far as a purely private tea party. Britain's press had warned of a frosty reception (the Royal Family will be in Scotland, obviating the possibility of a palace snub). The final decision would doubtless be made by Eva. She was as used to having her own way as she was to snubs...
...Department of National Defense, Canada set out to look more closely at itself-particularly at the relatively unknown north. From Ottawa's Rockcliffe Airport, a Lancaster bomber, carrying cameras, thousands of feet of film and a crew of seven, took off for Churchill, in northern Manitoba. Other Royal Canadian Air Force detachments have been assigned to photograph Canada's uncharted wildernesses from the eastern slopes of the Rockies to the tundra wastes of the Northwest Territories...
Anna's influence had all but disappeared. From Dentist Eskelund, who became "royal tooth puller" to the court, the Queen demanded a set of false teeth-black, because she chewed betel. But when he commanded her to "open the royal mouth" she refused, finally consented with the understanding that he would not raise his head above her own. Crouching, the young Dane maneuvered his tools into the "foul interior" of her mouth, stood clear while she spat betel juice into a golden spittoon. When it was over, she asked him about his love affairs. He replied by recounting some...
...royal tooth puller, Eskelund was one of the few foreigners allowed inside the "forbidden city," where, by the somewhat purple account of his son, languished thousands of doe-eyed beauties of royal blood. Papa told Karl: "When I entered their quarters with my foot drill and instrument box . . . a whole flock of them immediately came running to greet me [with] a come-hither smile full of promise." Later, when the young dentist scaled the betel off the teeth of a native girl in Bangkok, he unwittingly started a fad for gleaming teeth. He was soon swamped with "shy little Siamese...