Word: prussia
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...take the air officially since the Fatherland was beaten, exulting over & over "Those are our planes! Our planes!" Proudest of all was the grim old dowager Baroness von Richthofen, mother of Germany's late greatest war ace. To her wrote General Goring, Air Minister and Premier of Prussia...
Engaged. General Hermann Wilhelm Goring, 42, No. 2 Nazi. President of the Reichstag, Realm Minister of Aviation, Chief of the German Secret Service, Premier of Prussia, Commander of Police, Head Forester and Chief Game Warden and Master of the Hunt in Prussia, Director General of the State Theatres; to blonde, buxom Emmi Sonnemann, 35, whom he appointed "Prussian State Actress" during his courtship. Said he: "My best man will be Adolf Hitler." The shrine erected by General Göring to his late first wife, a Swedish Baroness, is a point of pilgrimage for the Nazi League of German Girls...
Relatives of Germans beheaded nowadays usually receive a sealed Nazi urn supposed to contain the ashes. Last week perhaps because she came of one of Prussia's first fighting families, Nazis did not cremate the remains of beauteous Baroness Benita von Falkenhayn, who lost her head fortnight ago while Polish Baron George Sosnowski, her master in amours and spying, was let off with life imprisonment...
...round their necks a black silk scarf, in perpetual mourning for Admiral Lord Nelson. A few famed uniform designers are known. Michelangelo designed the uniform of the Swiss papal guard exactly as it is still worn. The Potsdam Grenadier Guards' uniform was designed by Frederick Wilhelm I of Prussia. Cadet James Abbott McNeill Whistler, whose military career ended when he was under the delusion that silicon was a gas, designed the buttons that still grace the coatees of West Point Cadets. Most of the innumerable Nazi uniforms sprang from the fertile brain of Hermann Wilhelm Goring. Lieut-General...
...Nonetheless, when he hears that "Boney" is advancing on the city, the Iron Duke drags himself from the dance floor. He wins the battle calmly, sheds a brief tear for his fallen officers, moves on to Paris to outwit Metternich, the Tsar, Blücher and the King of Prussia. All this time, he is carrying on a mild flirtation with a young and flighty matron. When the peace of Europe is attended to, Wellington ends his philanderings, returns to London, gives his Eton sons pats on the head and winds up, as is customary for celebrities in cinema surveys...