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...only her eldest brother Alexander (now Marquess of Carisbrooke in England) is alive. Gossip in Europe says that the healthy members of King Alfonso's family are his two daughters, and that the eldest one, the Infanta Beatriz, has inherited Alfonso's clever brains also. She has dark eyes and hair like her father. Her sister, Infanta Maria Christina, is fair like her mother, Queen Victoria. . . . It is said that King Alfonso is anxious to marry his favorite child, Infanta Beatriz, now 18, to her first cousin, Prince Alfonso of Bourbon-Sicily whose portrait you give in TIME...
Reds. French Communists were content during the Paris excitement to demonstrate passively at Clichy, Soviet-infested suburb of Paris. But one midnight, as a trainload of legionaries rumbled along between Cannes and Nice, a considerable section of railroad track suddenly leaped and twisted upwards in the dark, wrenched out of place and heaped with rocky debris by a powerful explosive. The legionaries had escaped disaster by five minutes, owing to their
...long time this cabinet was lost. Then one day James Boswell's great-great-grandson, James Boswell Talbot, Sixth Baron Talbot de Malahide, visited his Scottish estates, the Castle of Auchinleck. Rummaging in a closet, his hand found a peculiar trunklike cabinet, made of a dark and heavy wood. In its drawers and cubbyholes there were a lot of old papers, so soft they made no noise when Lord Talbot shuffled them together and lifted them out of the box. Very gently, burning with excitement as if he had been touching gold, Lord Talbot laid them on a desk. Then...
...Golden, who is famous for the cleanliness of his productions, should have taken to this dark play by Dana Burnet and George Abbott (coauthor of Broadway). But it is fortunate, too, for the drama is effectively given...
...comings and goings of the children next door. They have been her entire experience of life; of them she thinks or dreams; her thoughts are a tissue of memories,, remembrances of bright small faces, of intense childish devotions, of games of hide-and-seek, all woven together in a dark shining maze, blown and changing like the leaves on an autumn lawn. Then suddenly she hears that the children next door, grown up now, are coming back to live in the old house. Charlie, the most beautiful of them all, was killed in the War, but there will be Marietta...