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...back." He and his second bride, the former Mrs. Margaretta ("Happy") Murphy, planned to settle down in Rocky's Pocantico Hills estate, then take a get-acquainted tour of New York State. As the Governor stepped toward a waiting car, somebody called out: "The Duke and Duchess of Windsor said they're happy for you." After reflecting for a moment on the implications of that,+. Rockefeller called back: "That's very nice of them...
England Is Rainy. Last week, for example. Rose appeared before an audience of 1,000 in Maryborough, Mass., benefit of the town's Newman Catholic Women's Club. She flipped on a slide of Windsor Castle, delivered a capsule history of Britain's royal family, went on to urge her audience to go to Europe. "It adds meaning and enjoyment to life, especially for the younger people . . . You hear that places like Ireland and Switzerland are so cold, but it's not true. Don't load your suitcases down with heavy clothing. A couple...
...that he could meet the Cabinet and address them briefly. Labor's Opposition Leader Harold Wilson dropped by for "a very long and private talk about world affairs." In addition to the usual protocol visit, Queen Elizabeth asked Pearson and his wife to come spend the night at Windsor Castle...
...looked more like cowboys-and-Indians, or maybe whoop-it-up day at the rodeo. But there in U.S.-style blue jeans was Princess Anne, 12, all set to watch Daddy play in a polo tournament at Windsor. By contrast, Queen Elizabeth, 37, scorning matched mother-and-daughter garb, looked uncommonly chic, as crisply turned out as any young matron of the Virginia horsy set. Both appeared less concerned with fashion than with Prince Philip's chances. No problem, though. His team won a smashing victory...
Royals and commoners had a rip-roaring time. Highlight of the pre-nuptial festivities was a wingding for 2,000 guests in Windsor Castle's Waterloo Chamber, which is only slightly less spacious than the battlefield itself. Fueled by a lavish buffet, 1,600 bottles of a pleasant, non-vintage champagne and rivers of stronger stuff, the guests twirled and twisted until breakfast. To a man, the roistering royals approved warmly of Alexandra's match. "Thank goodness," whispered one, "she's not marrying one of those awful double-barreled German names...