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...bones of the English, wrote Imperialist Rudyard Kipling, the English flag is stayed. The bones of Americans, too, lie whitening around the North Pole, in Luzon, Haiti, Cuba, Nicaragua, at Peking, Château-Thierry, on the weedy bottoms of four oceans and "the seven seas." Most of these are military bones. But men die in the Foreign Service too. Last week Consul Giles Russell Taggart, technically on leave, died at his post in Belize, British Honduras, from injuries sustained in last fortnight's hurricane (TIME. Sept. 21). Grieved, Secretary of State Henry Lewis Stimson announced...
...Last week he bought a château near Senlis, France...
Chief excitement was in the little Belgian Château of Steenockerzeel, near Louvain, where Archduke Otto and his indomitable mother, his seven brothers and sisters have been living for over a year. Night before "the birthday every window in the chateau was ablaze with lights for a birthday dinner. Otto himself, a pleasant youth in a scarlet & white Hungarian noble's costume, sat at the head of a table that contained members of the proudest, moldiest families in Europe. Ex-Empress Zita, in dead black, her only jewelry a large gold cross, sat at his right. With...
Lawless, the newly-formed London Gourmets Club ate plovers' eggs at their second banquet, fortnight ago, washed this typical sportsman's delicacy down with Château d'Yquem 1870 from the cellars of Eugenie, late ill-fated Empress of the French. After the dinner Charles Stambois, secretary of the club explained that "our plovers' eggs were not illegal because they were a gift," an excuse which the royal comptroller showed last week to be invalid. Nevertheless the board of agriculture, lax, had not up to last week taken steps against the Gourmets club...
...home. The farmhouse does not belong to an old countess but to a friend of my father, Comte de Tremont, who is also our neighbor in Vendee. I remember M. de Tremont telling us of his surprise when, one evening, Clémenceau drove to his Château de la Guignardiere and expressed his wish to rent the little farmhouse at St. Vincent sur Jard. M. de Tremont told the old Tiger that he was only too glad to offer the place to him. The story of the old countess seemed the more amusing to me in that...