Word: teas
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Knowing the Roosevelt liking for neighborliness, King George and Queen Mary bided their time. Then informally one day last week they sent over to the U. S. Embassy where Mrs. Sara Delano Roosevelt was stopping a friendly note suggesting that she come to Buckingham Palace for tea...
Outside the Palace, correspondents counted the minutes, then the hours. Mrs. Roosevelt's tea seemed to be verging on Their Majesties' dinner hour. Would she stay to dinner? If she did, what would Ambassador Bingham say to the guests he had invited to the Embassy that night for dinner...
Discreet Palace officials observed that "seldom has a visitor displayed such charming informality." King George, they said, was at the tea table but most of the animated conversation was between Queen Mary and Mrs. Roosevelt who rattled on not only about her son the President, but about his children and his children's children...
...mentioned the opportunities for employment in Edmonton and said that Mrs. Brownlee would keep an eye on her if she chose to come to Alberta's metropolis. She came, got a secretarial job in the Attorney-General's office, and Mrs. Brownlee was always asking her to tea. This nobody denied. In fact Mrs. Brown lee still appeared to have last week a certain fondness for Miss MacMillan. Put on the stand the Premier's grey-haired wife testified : "Vivian was very dear to me. Just like a daughter. She was cer tainly one of my family...
...first, and Roarer Göing had as much as seconded von Papen in a speech admitting that enthusiasm for Naziism was some what on the wane. Amid this Cabinet broil Herr Hitler showed himself the Little Man. He begged everyone please to be friends and patched up a tea party in the Ministry of Propaganda at which Dr. Goebbels and Lieut.-Colonel von Papen sipped at each other with wolfish smiles while the world in general was defied to collect what Germany owes by Reichsbank President Dr. Hjalmar Schacht...