Word: upper-class
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...very startling news to Britain's upper-class society, vast numbers of whom can trace their ancestry back to Edward...
...girls were picked up in railroad stations with the sweet-little-old-lady routine. Immigrant girls from Ireland were scooped up in Liverpool, where they were met at the boat by procuresses dressed as Sisters of Mercy. Better-class girls were taken in by proper-sounding newspaper advertisements. Even upper-class children were not safe. Procuresses of good education proposed themselves as governesses and then abducted the children in their charge. The younger the victim and the higher her station, the better the price she brought. A teen-age girl of the working class was worth no more than...
Author Edith de Born, fiftyish, is herself Viennese, lives in Belgium as the wife of a French banker. She writes in a rather stiff English that never conveys the cozy, weary sloppiness of Viennese upper-class slang. And many cliches of her adopted language apparently still strike her as fresh; too often her characters "champ at the bit" or find troubles weighing on them "like a millstone." To Author de Born's credit, her characterization is not nearly so cliché-ridden as her language. The sad pleasures of between-wars Vienna, the long afternoons of penurious idleness...
...remains to him-the Indian people. Nehru's long romance with the millions on millions of kisans, or peasants, began when he was 31. Brahman-born and British-bred, Nehru had returned home to provincial Allahabad with his sense of innate superiority re-enforced by seven years of upper-class education at Harrow, Cambridge and London's Inner Temple, where he qualified for the bar. Already a romantic dabbler in the independence movement, Nehru agreed to accompany some oppressed peasants to their primitive village. What he saw there filled him "with shame and sorrow -shame...
Last week's star-studded production was often brilliant, but not everywhere right. There were superb performances by Pamela Brown as Shotover's snooty upper-class daughter, by Diana Wynyard as his masterfully radiant one, by Alan Webb, despite the hurdle of being the good man of the play. But there was merely competent performing too. And the last scene lacked any touch of magic, partly because it wore too lively an air, partly because Ben Edwards' all-purpose set placed it in a well-lighted sort of courtyard instead of a dusky, dreamlike garden...