Word: welshed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...main purpose of Home's trip was to lay to rest fears that Britain might welsh on its Berlin commitments. "Our signature is on the treaties," he said. "They must be interpreted with intelligence, but we shall never falter or default on them. Some of the columnists seem to think that unless we go around whistling military tunes to keep our courage up that there is disunity among...
Stung by Drama Critic Walter Kerr's panning of the play based on his novel, A Call on Kuprin (Kerr called it "a great deal of scenery in three acts'"), Welsh-born Novelist and Member of Parliament Maurice Edelman dashed off a disastrously timed letter to the New York Herald Tribune. "It is a pity," huffed Laborite Edelman, "that Mr. Kerr should have been so busy sawing up the scenery that he should have neglected the play-which, after all, is the thing." Unhappily, it wasn't. In the very issue that carried Edelman's letter...
...Common Touch. As pints were raised in pubs and Welsh mums wiped away a happy tear, the man of the hour was Tony Armstrong-Jones, the onetime bohemian and free-lancing photographer, who until only recently has had his critics. Once the bloom was off the groom, Britain's royalty-revering public made it plain that it was watching ex-Playboy Tony with a tolerant but suspicious eye, intent on making sure he did right by their Meg. Trouble was, there was little publicly that he could do. Royal protocol made working for a living unthinkable, and Tony...
Died. The Duchess of Marlborough (née the Hon. Mary Cadogan), 61, daughter of an ancient Welsh house, wife of the tenth Duke of Marlborough, frequent hostess to Britain's royal family as mistress of stately Blenheim Palace, birthplace of her cousin by marriage, Sir Winston Churchill; after a long illness of an undisclosed nature; in Blenheim Palace, Oxfordshire, England...
...Town Was Mad, one of many titles Dylan Thomas fastened to sections of his plays for voices, was to concern a pleasantly insane Welsh town in an uncomfortingly sane surrounding world; it was to a sort of lilting, reflective morality play. But by the time he finished a complete draft for the BBC, a month before his death, Thomas had abandoned both idea and plot, and what reflection there is in Under Milk Wood lies hidden in a few lines. Now it is cheery, sometimes touching, and always charming...