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Marie-Adélaïde refused the hand of Prince Xavier of Bourbon-Parma, became an unhappy wanderer. She lived in Switzerland, then Italy, almost penniless. In 1920 she entered a Carmelite convent as a novice, but did not take to a life of contemplation. She joined the Little Sisters of the Poor, gave that up, went to Munich to study medicine. In 1924 she died at Hohenburg, a broken old woman...
Highway patrolmen guarded the pop-bottle-littered lawn all night; at 7:30 a.m., pink and rested, Mr. Farley (who neither smokes nor drinks) nodded at guests drinking bourbon hot toddies, went in to breakfast on grapefruit-and-strawberries, broiled Tennessee ham, hominy grits, scrambled eggs, hot waffles with sorghum, coffee and tiny hot biscuits...
...such elegant Huguenot grandees as the Manigualts and Ravenels, who every year spent a gay social season in the city, replete with races, receptions, and balls. In lively Creole New Orlcans that city of crawfish bisque and gumbo file. Spanish pompano and mackerel, fried plaintains, baked bananas, claret and Bourbon, absinthe, Sazerac and silver gin fizz--a life of dissipation was more alluring than anywhere else on the continent. But none of the hot blood of Charleston and New Orleans flowed in the veins of Thomas Jefferson, for he was above all a child of the Age of Reason. Reason...
Some Italian "units" (whose strength-probably trifling-was kept a military secret) reached Helsinki. Prince Aage of Denmark, who once fought with the French Foreign Legion, volunteered, as did his brother-in-law, Prince Rene of Bourbon-Parma. Two other volunteers were Prince Ferdinand Andreas of Liechtenstein and Sweden's tennis champion, Karl Schroder. Aland Island Novelist Sally Salminen (Katrina) returned to Helsinki from abroad and offered her services to the Finnish Government...
Bert Lahr is at his best when he goes royal, wrinkling his sub-Bourbon nose and speaking French as though afraid it might bounce back and hit him. As for Ethel Merman, if she is a little less than kin to Du Barry, she is more than kind-makes her, in fact, the most likable royal trollop that ever pranced behind footlights. More of an 18th-Century tomboy than a glamor girl, Merman booms and torches away in her train-announcer's contralto, jouncing her personality all over the stage, giving the King the oo-la-lahr, then...