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...young girl into a young woman eligible to receive suitors. Cynical observors often labeled the coming out season "the marriage market,", since a debutante's family hoped that by the end of the season and its whirl of parties, dances, and functions, the debutante would have become some scion's fiancee. A historian or sociologist might interpret this social mechanism to introduce a girl to the "Right People" as an affirmation of class superiority...
...Manhattan's silk stocking district, William Green, an heir to the Grand Union supermarket chain, retained his seat in Congress by defeating Democrat Carter Burden, a scion of the Vanderbilt family. The pair spent $850,000 on the race, about half from their own fortunes, seeking a job that pays $57,500 a year...
THERE IS desperation in this compact novel, and madness too. Tom McGuane is 38 years old now--Panama lunges and spouts like Hero's engine and reads as if the author does not intend to see 40. Chester (Chet) Hunnicut Pomeroy is the scion of an old Key West shipbuilding family, but Chet has rejected all that for fleeting fame in the three-chord world of rock and roll. Or something larger than that: A Mick Jagger-like figure with an equal part of Maharaji Ji and Keith Richard's bad teeth thrown in, he somehow got elevated into...
DIED. Serge Obolensky, 87, Russian prince who became a publicist and international socialite; in Grosse Pointe Farms, Mich. Scion of a wealthy White Russian family and husband of Czar Alexander II's daughter, the Oxford-educated Obolensky fled his native country after battling Bolsheviks as a guerrilla fighter. The tall, mustachioed aristocrat subsequently divorced Princess Catherine, married the daughter of American Financier John Jacob Astor, settled in the U.S. and worked with his brother-in-law, the real estate entrepreneur Vincent Astor. During World War II, Obolensky at 53 became the U.S. Army's oldest paratrooper and earned...
...crude, monotonous diet; dealing with reluctant porters; avoiding the snarling village mastiffs; living with the long silences and terse exchanges on the trail; and the flora, fauna and overwhelming vistas of peaks and valleys at the top of the world. There are frequent outcroppings of autobiography as Matthiessen, scion of a wealthy New York family, graduate of Hotchkiss and Yale and a founder in the 1950s of the Paris Review, writes with painful openness of his wife's death from cancer the year before: "It is not hard to live with a saint, for a saint makes no judgments...