EVE PERRICK
GOES TO COLLEGE FOR A TWO-WAY CHECK-UP!
Oxford sends me
down.. blushing
bring to in the courtyard of Trinity College without anyone at nil to take round.
LUNCH...
AS "EXTRAS" to 10 ad- vertiged Joys, the partien WCTC. shown the restaurant whelow which was the Brst
be broken every Guy Fawkes Night. (Sold a mystifled rubbernecker 10 It Ex panion: "Can that be some sort of OXFORD.
of religious ceremony?"). Then it was lunch DI "the Fever have written a
plare where intellectuals meet," mean-minded piece with grapefruit, roast beef and about the way some un- Chistians pudding. fortunate creature gave a "little informal talk," let my victim rejoice. I'm truly
I
Horry.
For I have Just ano my first ever "We are pleased to stint. have with us tonight"
It was not a success.
A room in Christ Church
College. Oxford. was the
scene of the disaster. I been asked to
address
had
the
University Press Club there, had been told it really didn't matter what I talked about and, of course, found out that it did.
have 31 face-reddening recollection Lif
huddle
of fiercely clever look ing youth in a cholce assort- ment of fancy waistcoats and
rong-silent-type pipes;
wrom!
two
Birls in scarves and woollies-
if they wore al looking ns waiting for the booing to begin. My mudience would insist on asking the
questions. How do you write a column? (I wish I knew); are colum nfst really necessary? (depends which columnists Nou mean); do you have to do a great deal or drinking to get on in your work? ( let that one pass); how do you stay in your jobs? (1 kerp my fingers crossed).
Then came the "sapper" question. A young man with a dark, intense expression,
waistcoat,
his and scarlet Initials on his it buttons stood up.
"Do you agree that the stan- chard of journalism, in quality
generated since the early 18th century?"
by the bell. I was saved
worran
iny
remain in +
Afterwards, at the
Shelley statue. on elderly, white-haired lady, who had Yourk difficulty in keeping up (there WILS แก awful lot of walking) came into her own. The ce cons didn't know who sculpted
The visitor did and she knew when Shelly died. and. mark you where he was buried.
TEA-TIME
AT 4,45 the (fred tourists piled back into the coaches. Said Mrs Hoper, from Boston, Mass.: "I shall come back and bring my daughter."
The Anal comment will come from a Yonk who will be at Oxford later. When Bob Hope takes the tour it should
pro-
vide him with enough materini to give five of his gag-writers Long vacation. And that's one word the Americans and the undergraduates have common.
LAST WORD
in
SAID the • newspaperman (in the lm "Burn Yester- day") to the young actress: "Are you happy?" She replied:
ve got nou mink coats."
Said this newspaper wouran to the young ceress Claude Fareli: "Are you happy?" She replied: "Yes, very.
Miss Farell has four mink coals.
-London Express Service)
THE WOMAN WHO DIDN'T
THE
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THE CHINA MAIL, SATURDAY, MAY 12, ̄ 1951.
JONALISE
NATIONALISED
BRITISH
INESS
7BASES
NATIONALIS THE SUDAN
NATIONALISE GIBRALTAR
LAS THE
DOLE
There's a little waiting list around the corner
London Express Service
How lovely to be a very
rich man's wife
By ROBERT GLENTON
N the dark coal cellars of some of the world's most palatial hotels there rest little piles of
logs.. chopped
luxury's tribute to the whim of a princess.
"It's good to be
in England again.
"I always come for May and June. The countryside is so lovely. There is
80 much beauty
uble,
then
''And there's the theatre and the opera and
For one day the lovely that it's unbeliev importance. has de KNOW ATTLEE
dark-eyed Princess Sita Miss Heles Devi will come that way TShoal's 14th Ho, Teles The college code says that no in Madison Avenue, New York, gain, and the log fires she are lined with the autographed loves must be burning in her men's college after ten o'clock.pictures of famous men and suite, the fragrance ming- Politely, but firmly, 1 was
taught to ling with the scent of the cheroot which will undoub- Eden, Herber tedly be smouldering slowly
her Waller Pidgeon-and | between
pearl-white teeth.
shown the door.
But from the
rather
dis- going on behind me. I heard the voice of my one lone supporter.
"Well. I think she WALA tother sweet"-exactly in lone one uses to describe
lusioned discussion
dear old lady.
DAWN, ETC.
the
women whom she speak on the radio.
There ure Anthony Margaret Truman, Hoover,
Clement Attlee.
The Prime Minister was the
Intccent cause of the worst fnux
evertuin- pas
mitted by 180. Helen a week
Sioussal, boss of
ull the talks for
GAME the dawn and Ox- ford gol up at 4 m. to take part in the revelries of
Ane of America's Mi SIDUSSAT May Morning.
This is the little traditional biggest radio net-
works. the
wind,
time, suddenly
vandled
bed.
Ι
'the concerts. couldn't miss Lon- don and the English countryside in spring.
_THE_MAHARANEE OF BARODA
In December the South of France... In April, Paris... then England's lovely countryside in May.
"After that we follow the horse racing. Paris in July and then Deauville, to lic in the sun again.
The princess flicked her black hair from over her left ear. She wore two enormous and perfect pearls as ear-rings.
"Dior and Fath have tried to make me wear the clothes they design. I always refuse. 1 don't want to. I'm hoppy as I
With
a respectful "Your Highness," ber secretary reminded her of an appoint- ment, After the
appointment
Princess Sita Devi was due to travel down to the Baroda coun- try home in Surrey,
"That's how I spend my days," she said.
get up each morning at about noon, drink
of a glass orange juice, and then I read the morning papers to sce what's happened while I've slept.
"I have a light lunch, meet some friends, have tea, then a dinner with something I like to eat--perhaps roast duck with a nice sauce and then a theatre ar a concert,
"That's what I do for three _days_a_week_wherever_1_am. I spend three days each week in the country. There I don't go to the theatre. I go for a walk in the afternoon instead. love to stand and watch the gardeners working
"I like to go to bed about one
o'clock in the morning, and when it's so still and quiet I lie and read--a blography or something."
princess traced patterns in the cheroot ash in the ash troy beside her.
"But we have trouble too, you "Bringing up know," she said.
"I'm lucky," she said. "My husband lets me do just what I like. I can go "Of course. there's the where I want to go, and do gambling, too. I'm very fond what I want to do, which is
rure for an Indian wife. He at of gambling.
"That's
my life, and I loves jewellery, too. He my
buys it as an investment quite a problem. He goes to school In Surrey. I want him and I love to wear it.
to be educated in England.
"But he must be treated the
little six-year-old son is
She peered into the log fire's Princess Sita Devi is the flames and went on: wife of the 42-year-old "My year starts in Gackwar of Baroda, who-December.. Wo-go. claims to be the world's then to the South second richest man, And of France. We spend for wealth like that urbane the winter there in hoteliers will surely see the the sun. In April log fires are burning bright. we go to our house in Paris,
chestnut long, of the boys of
I love to see the ceremony
And
will the hoteliers Magdalen (that's the one pro During his first post-war visit nounced Maudlin) choir-school to the United States, he had grow pale and wrathful if trees burst into bloom... elimbing to the top of the col- agreed to take part in a broad- the princess's second desire and then England.
tower to sing an ancien cast with Miss Frances Perkins, is not met.... if there are lege anthem. In the rain and the FDR's Labour Secretary, Miss
no red roses in her rooms. the speetarting punt Sloussnt (pronounced Soorah) piled up under the tower, Soid was to see that all went well. one of the
Frances Perkins arrived first. undergraduates:
falls "Someone alway's
10 the Behind her came three or four
it should be river. Someone did..
men, one of whom seemed par ALL was as A young nurse,
trying
to ticularly self-effacing,
when the princess ar- manipulate
punt-pole
thought," buld Miss rived at Suite 321 (quant),
obviously for the first Stoussat, "that he was a sort of Claridges in London.
over brief-case carrier. To make him the polo and Innded, head feel at home I asked him if he Lounging happily in an love it. Arst, in the mud of the river-would not like to come into the arm-chair, she said to me: control room and watch the "Oh, I am happy. I am
"I love being rich. But The feminist cause, which broadcast from there.
"Look," she said, pointing same as an ordinary boy, I try alone won't make had taken a body blow by my you so much,' he said. It's happy and I'am lucky. This money
of large, to be very strict with him. I was very
kind of you. But I hardly is a wonderful life and there you happy. I know many to the six ropes strengthened. While the young think I can. I shall be broad-is no time to be sad.” rich people who are very wonderfully matched pearls don't let him have all he wants, "He gets only a pound a week laughing
round her neck. men milled round,
miserable.
pocket money, and he has to their hands of, n pretty, curating, you see. My name
She was even prepared to TWO Two years later he came
"Money really makes no An almost inch-square buy everything out of that. But I'm afraid his father spolls ed up to the girl in the water over again and remembered that overlook the fact that for
difference you are a happy blue-white diamond ring on him. and pulled her out.
the tall vases dreadful moment. He sald—In] the moment And all this because it was the sweetest way-Please don't held no roses.
person or you are not. I her finger glittered as she
"At present his greatest joy is May,
worry! You know it was not the
would be happy with no pointed. So did her dia- a bicycle my husband's fockey, Arst time I'd been
taken for a Looking
He's at the white money at all.
mond bracelet.
Tommy Burns, gave him, brief-case
crazy about it. It's the very Helen
35, dark-lilac and the high straight
"Now "If something makes me.
an Englishwoman first he has had." "I would dergred Tours ("10 take haired and pretty, holds one of tulips she said:
As we said goodbye the prin- you right into the humming
with ie top jobs in U.S. radio. She have preferred roses, but sad, there are a lot of other would look over-dressed with life of Elonlans" and Oxford Picks between 000 and 000
one can't-have everything." things to make me happy. Jewellery like this, but it goes vess,
I always jewellery and her fireplace with speakers a year, reads men") finally got under way. scripts, schools them in the arts
If you can be happy with 50 well with a bari,
wear saris-they-are-beautiful. Its crackling logs as symbols of To be sure
two coaches the
She tapped the ash of the your
her husband's wealth, smiled husband and your. And they suit everyone.” of broadensting.
onco more and
"I said: from London arrived an hour late, and official escorts, pretty casters than women.
She thinks men beller broad- cheroot she was smoking in family and a lovely sum-
She reflected for a moment, wouldn't change places with any a four-inch long holder with mer's day, then you don't then added thoughtfully, "But woman in the world." girl guides and journalists,
FREDERICK COOK' out-numbered the cash
ja knitting-needle-thick stem, reed money."
not Englishwomen,
-{London Express Service)
tomers two do one.
Still, among the £3 33,-- touristy. there genuine was the American Ambassa dor's secretury, Margaret Her»
mother. her
for the organis-
effort the night before,
ly haired undergraduetic punt-
NOON
THE MUCH publicised Un-
head
rick, and First
ingreter
was
auctopher of cecorts.
cus-
the
Johnson, wield- ing a megaphone ("I bet that's the one that the American cox: used when the Oxford boat whispered one (meënte), sank, described in turn the charma, and Interests of his colleagues, ending each orulton with: "And now, would androme like to
Join 'bis: tdo tha
Unfortunately,
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bodancet odds rosulted in a coupleof(notiesāto wall- flowers, who found, no: tekens,
NANCY
Thank
is
their
50-50; Chance
SOME MEN LIKE THE ATHLETIC TYPE
OF GIRL
CHARM
BOOK
---WHILE OTHERS · LIKE THE DAINTY, 'FEMININE' TYPE
CHARM
BOOK
.
I'M NOT SURE
WHICH TYPE
SLUGGO LIKES
By Ernie Bushmiller
her
glittering