QUOTE "Sometimes to understand one's own era you have to immerse yourself in another," writes Barry Rubin. A 1924 book on Burma proves that the West's appreciation of other cultures is not a modern phenomenon - and neither is its overly harsh criticism of itself. Paul Edmonds' Peacocks and Pagodas as an example. This seems the best-regarded book ever written on the people and society of Burma. The copy is a first edition from 1924 and in its long life and travels it once belonged to T.N. Jayavelu, Antiquarian Bookseller of Choolai, Madras, India. UNQUOTE February 13, 2008 http://pajamasmedia.com/2008/02/burma_267.php ----- Harshawardhan_Bosham Nimkhedkar Nagpur, India

Major-General Chris Thompson 05/02/2008 Major-General Chris Thompson, who has died aged 74, served with the Royal Engineers' Bomb Disposal Unit and subsequently became Director of Military Survey. Christopher Noel Thompson, the son of a brigadier who served in the 5th Gurkha Rifles, was born at Abbatabad, Pakistan, (formerly India), on Christmas Day 1932. Educated at Wellington, he attended RMA Sandhurst and then went up to Sidney Sussex College, Cambridge, where he read Mechanical Sciences. Commissioned into the Royal Engineers, Thompson was posted to 25 Field Squadron in Germany before serving with a Bomb Disposal Unit in England. [snip] http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?view=DETAILS&grid=&xml=/news/2008/02/05/db0503.xml ----- Harshawardhan_Bosham Nimkhedkar Nagpur, India

Dear Listers, This is a review of a novel 'Book of Rachel' by Esther David. The novel describes the lonely life of a Jewish woman left behind in her ancestral village after the children and everyone else leaves for Israel. The Bene Israel Jews had settled on the Konkan coast (south of Bombay) since several centuries. The community thrived in the British days, though not as much as the Parsees. After the creation of Israel, almost everyone has left for Israel, leaving only some old folks back who are trying to preserve the Jewish faith and heritage, exactly the same story as with Jews of Cochin, some of whom continue to live in the so-called 'Jewish Town' in the Spices Bazaar. This area has the oldest synagogue in India. Arvind Kolhatkar, Toronto, February 14, 2008.

Uniform Museum is a large collection of original and recreated Victorian (and some later) uniforms and equipment which are displayed on full-size mannequins. [Thin Red Line Brookley Farmhouse, Sway Road, Brockenhurst, Hampshire, SO42 7RX. UK] http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~thinred/collection.html ----- Harshawardhan_Bosham Nimkhedkar Nagpur, India

A heritage Afghan Church in Maharashtra February 10th, 2008 Mumbai, Feb 6 (ANI): A heritage Afghan Church in Mumbai is celebrating 150 years of its existence. http://www.thaindian.com/newsportal/india-news/a-heritage-afghan-church-in-maharashtra_10016979.html ----- Harshawardhan_Bosham Nimkhedkar Nagpur, India

When were you with the Indian Army ? Which Regiment/Corps ? Mandeep Singh Bajwa Director Centre for Indian Military History www.indianmilitaryhistory.org ----- Original Message ----- From: "Alfred Vieyra" <vieyraa@publicnet.ca> To: <india-british-raj@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, January 26, 2008 3:39 AM Subject: [INDIA-BRITISH-RAJ] Republic day > Hi everyone > > Does any subscriber know where I could get a copy -audio andvideo -of the > military parade that is held annually in Delhi to celebrate Republic Day. > > Any format would do, such as VHS or DVD. It does not have to be from any > particular year. I have read so much about this parade, and as ex-Indian > army, I would like to see a film of it. From the bits I have seen on TV > news, it is quite a grand show. Thanks a lot. > Alfred Vieyra in Ontario > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > INDIA-BRITISH-RAJ-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without > the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > >

1857 heroes forgotten Sunday February 10 2008 KENDRAPARA (Orissa): Though State Government organised a grand function in Bhubaneswar yesterday to commemorate 150th anniversary of the 1857 Sepoy Mutiny, also known as First War of Independence, supreme sacrifice of many martyrs are forgotten. Sacrifice of revolutionaries like Chakhi Khuntia of Puri and Ramakrushna Samatasinghar of Balia zamindar family in Jajpur district and others was completely ignored by the government, said noted historian Bijaya Mohanty. Chakhi happened to be the family priest of king of Jhanshi Meropanth, father of Manubai who was renamed as Laxmibai after her marriage to Gangadhar Rao. Even after marriage of Laxmibai, Chakhi used to pay visit to the royal family at the time of religious trips. During that period the Britishers were trying to expand their empire in India and the missionaries were preaching Christianity through various means. Chakhi with others strongly opposed such acts, said Mohanty. ''When British rulers took away all the powers of Laxmibai, she revolted and sought the assistance of Chakhi. He extended all possible help to her,'' added Mohanty. ''Chakhi played a very crucial role by fomenting resentment among the Indian soldiers called 'sepoys' and organised a mutiny which subsequently took violent shape. Due to his involvement in the first freedom struggle, Chakhi was arrested many times,'' said Mohanty. Despite his supreme sacrifices, his ancestral house lies neglected in Harachandi Sahi of Puri. Samantsinghar had also revolted against the British after the government impounded his zamindari. He was imprisoned by the British government and all his immovable and movable properties were auctioned by the government, said Mohanty. ``It gives me pain that the Government has forgotten the fighters of 1857 revolt on the occasion of its 150th anniversary,'' said Purosottam Nayak, secretary of State Freedom Fighters' Association. http://www.newindpress.com/NewsItems.asp?ID=IEQ20080210025558&Page=Q&Title=ORISSA&Topic=0 ----- Harshawardhan_Bosham Nimkhedkar Nagpur, India

The eventful life of Bee Wee Captain Nigel Heath Sunday, February 10 2008 Born in Lahore, in what is now Pakistan, on February 06, 1930, when half of the world was coloured pink in the Atlases of that time, Nigel Heath was a child of the Raj. His father, George, was a Major in the Indian Army, his mother Phyllis, the daughter of a bandmaster. He died on February 2, 2008 in the UK - a country he only really got to know in the last ten or so years of his life. At ten going on eleven it would have been time for Nigel to go to boarding school in England but in wartime parents in the Indian Army, Indian Civil Service and business preferred to send their sons to safety in an English-style boarding school in Naini Tal, a hill station in the Himalayas. In fact, Nigel Heath didn't return to England until he was 19 or 20 - by which time, after a slightly shaky start, he had learned to fly (the legend is that he took off for a solo training flight in a Sopwith Camel and returned to the airfield riding a camel). Full text at: http://www.newsday.co.tt/features/0,73039.html ----- Harshawardhan_Bosham Nimkhedkar Nagpur, India

I am still searching for any information regarding the records of this Society. I shall recount the entire story which we know so far and hopefully it may be read by someone who is able to assist us to find the records for this Society or it may just help someone to remember something else !! > My grandmother Mavis Haslett and her brother St Elmo Fortescue Haslett were found together with their mother Edith Haslett (nee Corbett) starving and homeless at Howrah Railway Station. They had arrived from Bombay and had been living in the railway room for four days in August 1908. Apparently Edith's husband William Fortescue Haslett had died in December 1907 of pneumonia. The children were admitted to Dr Grahams Homes with the exclamations in both letters and documents stating that "the children are pure white". (another story here too, I think!! As if William was their father as listed on their birth certificates, this would seem a strange remark !!) Payment for the children's education and keep at Dr Grahams Homes was made by Edith's brother Jim Corbett (well-known for his hunting exploits in India). I have copies of documents from The Society for the Protection of Children in India setting out the story as above and requesting admission for the children into the Homes. The Society has the following mission under its title - "A purely Humanitarian Organization conducted in the interests of Children in every race and Creed." and the office bearers were : President - Raja Sir Harnam Singh, K.C.I.E. Vice-President - The Venerable The Archdeacon of Calcutta Hon.Treasurer: J.W.A. Bell, Esq., 16, Strand Road, Calcutta Correspondent in England: Rev. J.P. Ashton, M.A., 7, Tillington Terrace, Clive Vale, Hastings Secretary: Capt. W.J. Clifford, Office:135, Dhurrumtollah Street, Calcutta (no indication of when the Society was first founded, unfortunately) Once the children were removed to the Homes, Edith was apparently taken to hospital. There must have been some official records of these actions as there is further correspondence in December 1908 between the Society and the Homes when Edith attempts to gain control of the children and is told she will need a Magisterial order to resume guardianship. So far, we have not been able to find out why Edith was removed from their guardianship. Both my grandmother and her brother were told by the Corbetts (Jim and Maggie) that Edith was dead. Both children were sent to the colonies - Mavis to New Zealand as a housemaid and St Elmo joined the merchant navy in Hong Kong. Thanks to a lister who lived in Nugegoda we now know that Edith was alive although "dirt poor" and living in a garage in Nugegoda, Ceylon in the 1940s. Jim Corbett continued to pay an allowance to Edith through until at least the 1940s without ever letting her children know she was still alive. A fabulous story so far, isn't it ? It would be truly amazing to find out when Edith really did die and what was actually the reason for her to be removed from the children and cast out from a well-known and well-off family and left to live out a very lonely existence in another country. We live in hope that someone out there still knows more and will remember something somehow ....... kind regards Jill Gordon New Zealand

Hi, Am searching for any and all ALDERDICE to went to India either as soldiers or as workers of the E.I.C. Probably in 1800s. Any help appreciated. Helen

Hello, I am new to the list. I am researching a cousin and was sent the following info and wonder if anyone on this list is able to point me in the right direction. " I have traced my family line back to a Richard ASTBURY who was born 2 MAR 1787 in Stoke, Staffordshire, England. He died 20 MAY 1823 in Berhampore (Baharampur, Berhampur), Bengal while I assume employed by the British East India Company, although I am not sure of that yet. " Richard was married to Esther SANDLAND and they had sons Samuel and Richard, 1814 and 1816 in Hampshire. I wonder if they had more children in India etc. I looked at the British in India site and found two other Astburys, Thomas and Frederick, both in different time frames - Frederick in the 1850s, so could be one of their sons. . kind regards Marg Port Stephens, NSW, Australia One name study - S.K.E.A.D, S.K.E.D TOMAREE FAMILY HISTORY - (Port Stephens NSW) http://www.tomareefamilyhistory.com/index.html

Hi all. New to the list, and am hoping someone can help me with finding out some background on some family members in the British/Indian Army...c-1858-1878 I have a . Joseph NELMES/NELMS, apparently a Farrier, Horse Bty #11.. c-1858-68. Charles NELMES. Pte, 1Bn.. 1858-59. George Frederick ASHFORD.. Sgt ?. Cheers ... Ken Edwards. _________________________________________________________________ What are you waiting for? Join Lavalife FREE http://a.ninemsn.com.au/b.aspx?URL=http%3A%2F%2Flavalife9%2Eninemsn%2Ecom%2Eau%2Fclickthru%2Fclickthru%2Eact%3Fid%3Dninemsn%26context%3Dan99%26locale%3Den%5FAU%26a%3D30288&_t=764581033&_r=email_taglines_Join_free_OCT07&_m=EXT

Topographical prints (named places) India & Sri Lanka, antique prints http://www.ancestryimages.com/products.php?cat=34 ----- Harshawardhan_Bosham Nimkhedkar Nagpur, India

Sunday, April 29, 2007 In the Company of Art The Company School of Painting, or pictures made by artists during the British Raj, refers to the genre of pictures that were specifically commissioned by or made for the John Company officials and other European residents. Pran Nevile gives a vivid account of the socio-cultural practices of the period, replete with rich and rare visuals brought together for the first time in his latest book. Exclusive excerpts at http://www.tribuneindia.com/2007/20070429/spectrum/main1.htm ----- Harshawardhan_Bosham Nimkhedkar Nagpur, India

Thanks Arvinda, much appreciated. Molly

Yes, and I believe young Alistair McGowan was not too impressed with what he learned when he met Melvyn Brown and worse still, when he met his relies in Allahabad and Calcutta. At least Alistair was ignorant of the fact, I give him that much, so unlike so many many of "us" who deny all knowledge of not only our birth-right but also the wonderful inherited and privileged life we had. They sometimes admit - rather hesitantly that they "were born in India" but being Anglo Indian they are certainly not. Poor misguided souls, suffering from an identity crisis. I know (in my own family) some, who have suddenly become "expatriates"!!!!! Reminds me of the time I saw a very famous AI on the Parkie Show in the late 1970-80's who when asked why he now supported a "blond" head of hair, said quite blatantly, that blond hair was his natural colour, the black hair, eyebrows and sideburns he strutted around with a few years earlier were just his "image" at the time!!! I wondered what he saw in the mirror each morning - certainly far from a very "fair" complexion. May be he frequented a Solarium!!!!!Needless to say, I never ever bought another Album of his ever again and I made it a point of never watching his many TV shows from the USA. I not only knew the guy but his sister as well - his brother-in-law worked with my Dad in the Steamer Company . When he got his break through on the London Palladium in place of Dickie Valentine who had had a very serious accident that Sunday we were so thrilled for him, here was another one of our people making good hmmmm - sorry guys, no marks for guessing???? Since, "Who do you Think You Are" screened in Britain last year, it has now become rather fashionable to say one was born in India - so guys, there's much hope for us yet - said with tongue in cheek. Having said all that, if one is to believe the ease with which these "celebrities" find their roots, we would not be scratching around in the BL, Archives and various genealogy lists. Anyone in agreement say, "Aye". Boht Saalam Dose Molly Sarstedt-Hamilton, Townsville, Australia A very proud Anglo Indian

----- Original Message ----- From: "John FELTHAM" <wulguru.wantok@gmail.com> To: "vsdh" <vsdh@lists.blackcatnetworks.co.uk>; "Lynne Hadley" <lynnehadley1@bigpond.com> Sent: Tuesday, February 05, 2008 9:08 PM Subject: A comedian? My thanks to on of my correspondents fro this story. http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/tv_and_radio/article2557645.ece >From The Sunday Times September 30, 2007 Alistair McGowan: My next impression...I'm an Indian When comedian traced his roots, he was startled to find that the genetic trail did not lead back to Scotland, as he expected, but to Calcutta and a large number of other dark-skinned McGowans... My father was born in Calcutta. Throughout my life I had asked him why the family were there. Were his parents Indian? When did they leave Scotland? Did he speak Urdu? Did he have an elephant? He always told me simply: "We were an English family who happened to be living in India." When he moved to Worcestershire, after he was married, he initially told people he was Welsh (that was why he pronounced certain words a little strangely) and that he was slightly dark-skinned because he had spent the summer working in greenhouses. My father's parents died before I was born and the only connection with India that I can remember are occasional telephone calls – always in the middle of George and Mildred, for some reason – from an Indian woman asking to speak "to George McGowan, please". My sister Kay and I would hear him say "Hello, Auntie Gee" (or Auntie Jean, as we thought then) and vaguely hear him use some Indian-sounding words but, stupidly, we were far too interested in George and Mildred to ask him about "George and India". When he died (in 2003, aged 74) I had to take the birth certificate to the registrar's office in order to obtain the death certificate. On the 74-year-old slip of paper, under the word "caste", was the term "Anglo-Indian". I had no idea what it meant. This time last year, thanks to the BBC1 series Who Do You Think You Are? I was about to go to Calcutta to find out. CALCUTTA, September 2006. The journey from the airport is staggering. I am instantly hit by the heat, the humidity and the huge number of people. It's as if someone has said, "Let's get everyone in India to go to Calcutta for the day, for a laugh." But this isn't just for today – it's every day. And it's no laugh. Inch by inch there is something new to be shocked by: people sleeping comfortably on the pavements, litter everywhere (mainly plastics, of course). Women carry milk churns on their heads. Old men cycle happily through downpours pulling carts laden with newspapers; cows wander aimlessly along the side of the road. It is as if every decade of the past century is taking place at the same time. Finally, the road is wide and pleasant. We see some once-majestic buildings, airy parks, the wonderful Victoria Memorial. I go to see a man called Melvyn Brown. His inauspicious house sits opposite two even more inauspicious tailors' shops. I walk in through a beaded curtain and am amazed that, one step off the seething, dusty road, is this comfortable, clean room full of DVDs. Melvyn is a film buff, a slight but wonderfully alive man and he knows everything there is to know about Anglo-Indians. First he tells me that to be "Anglo-Indian" does not mean that you were from an English family who "happened to be living in India". To be Anglo-Indian means that a parent was Indian. Not an immediate parent but someone. A mother. He tells me that it comes down the mother's side. At least, that's what I think he is saying. There is a lot of information to take in suddenly and on top of that I am being heavily distracted by his quaintly old-English soft furnishings, especially three crocheted red, yellow and green cushions in the shape of fish perched evenly on top of the sofa. Anyway, the likelihood is that someone in my McGowan past – probably a soldier in the British Army – left Scotland and married an Indian girl. But when? And whom? It had progressed from being a common accident ("a hit and run") to an actual policy, he says. British soldiers were encouraged to "modify" their genes. And, in the early days, were even paid to do so. The Anglo-Indian, proficient in both languages, was listened to by the Indians and was loyal to the British whose culture he took on completely. Melvyn describes the Anglo-Indians proudly (he is one himself) as rugged, artistic, hard-working, "the unsung heroes of the British Raj". They worked on the railway, in the docks, in the telegraph offices – they were well respected and well paid. In fact, they were doing so well at one time that the government became worried. Worried that, with the huge native Indian population behind them, they would become so powerful that they could take over the country. Ceilings were imposed on how far the Anglo-Indian could rise. As independence raised its head, a "psychosis of fear" passed through the Anglo-Indians. They knew that they did not belong to any of the reemerging factions – and the majority, for their own safety, left their homeland. They left for Australia, for South Africa and Canada. They left for Britain. And, in my dad's case, for Hillingdon, west London. In Britain, the "psychosis of fear", says Melvyn, took hold again and led to a lot of secrecy about the "foreign" roots of this swarthy, new, British-but-not-British community. They feared much and experienced some racism in the land of their distant forefathers, he says. Out of a sense of self-preservation, one of them, my father, clearly said that he was "Welsh" and had spent the summer working in greenhouses. And never referred to his roots again. "So, my dad was properly Anglo-Indian?" "Oh, yes. That's what it says, actually, on his birth certificate, isn't it?" "Yes. And, if he was Anglo-Indian . . ?" "Then so are you, Alistair." Melvyn is so kindly and intelligent, bright and spiritual. His laughing mouth, his thin lips, his shiny beard-line are so like dad's that it feels like my father is telling me all this himself – finally. "Do I look Anglo-Indian?" I ask. "No. But I would have guessed that this was the case, actually, after 10 minutes in your company." "How?" "From your demeanour, your manners, your diction, your vocabulary and your accent." I am amazed. Here am I, having built a career as an impressionist and spent two decades opining about what people's voices said about them, and yet I had no idea what my own voice said about me. And it said, to the initiated, "Anglo-Indian". I leave with a new friend and an answer. But now there's a new question: who was the mystery woman who changed the course of my family's history? And when? Dad always said they just "happened to be in India" – so, it can't be far back, surely. Well yes, it can. Over the course of the next five amazing days (which take us from Allahabad to Mirzapur to Chunar), we find out that the initial "hit and run" as Melvyn called it, happened as far back as 1750. In short, I was the first McGowan in my father's line to be born in the British Isles in more than 200 years. The previous "Anglo" was John McGowan, who went to India to serve in the British Army and was clearly seduced not only by a local Indian girl (Maria de la Cruz) but by the fact that he would be paid to have children with her. I am unsure what to think about my ancestors' military involvement. My knowledge of history is appalling, but even I know that the British Army did some terrible things in India. A description of John McGowan in a military history book describes him as "one of the most distinguished officers of the Bengal army" and "an intrepid and gallant soldier". I am happier (ethically) to read him also described as "an unassuming and upright man". In Chunar I look for the grave of John and Maria's son, the wonderfully named Suetonius, who had followed his father into the army. The tombs are enormous, black and sandy, in the shadow of the old British fort. I am on the banks of the Ganges in what looks like Leeds cemetery. I read a couple of inscriptions and wonder where Suetonius is. I can't find him. A lot of the graves have been ravaged. Bricks here, headstones there have been taken for use as tables or for sale. I had never heard of this man until today but I am sad not to be able to find him, to feel his energy and read his name. I look at the group of local boys playing on the graves, sitting on tombs. It all seems wrong – so lacking in respect. I cannot imagine any graveyard in Britain being treated like this. Yet what respect were the Indian people shown, in turn, by these invading British – setting up their fort in what was a holy Hindu site? Bringing their people, their culture, their diseases, their religion, their guns and cannons here. In this one instance, it seems to me, there is no truer phrase than "what goes around, comes around". No more fitting word than the one we have taken – like so much – from India: karma. As my time in India approaches its close I realise that, if forced to choose, I would rather live in India than America. And I am shocked. I feel that there is a greater sense of respect and togetherness here. A greater sense of nature and spirituality. Yet, overall, the journey into India and into my past has made me feel how British I am. British born and bred. Indian history. Unexplored Scottish roots. John McGowan (c 1750) was as far back as we could get in the history books. He, I'm sure, is the McGowan who left Scotland and through whom I feel so Scottish. I've always felt a connection with Scotland, have always loved the country and the people, its mountains and its cities. I've sat at Hampden Park and sung Flower of Scotland from the heart. Scotland – my spiritual home. Back in the UK, at the British Library, a man in a three-piece suit called Tony shows me all John McGowan's military records and, finally, shows me the place from where he sailed to India. And there, swimming before my eyes, is a word I had never expected to see – "Ireland". I am shocked. I can't take it in. I feel as if a big tartan rug has been pulled from under me. Today I am still convinced – along with many other McGowans – that John only sailed from Ireland. We have no actual records of John's birth and family myth says Scotland. My heart says Scotland. I will cling on to Scotland. And embrace India. Like a true Englishman. Who Do You Think You Are? is on BBC1 at 9pm on Thursday * Have your say Allistair I do not know if your researchers came across a book entitled 'Marked for misfortune' by Jean Hood. It tells the true story of the Honourable East India Company's ship "Winterton" setting sail for India from Gravesend on 28th April 1791 with 288 passengers and crew. Among the passengers was a Suetonius McGowan a Bengal born son of a former NCO commissioned after the Bhatta mutiny and his sister Miss McGowan. On the 19th August 1792 the ship struck a rock off Madagascar and foundered. Many perished but Suetonius and his sister made it ashore with a number of others. To cut a long story short, after many more hardships, they eventually arrived in Madas two years later. -- No virus found in this incoming message. Checked by AVG Free Edition. Version: 7.5.516 / Virus Database: 269.19.19/1258 - Release Date: 2/4/2008 10:10 AM

*** Parliament and India, 1858-1947 *** Quoting from: http://www.parliament.uk/parliamentary_publications_and_archives/parliamentary_archives/indian_independence.cfm In the first half of the 20th century, having been the "Jewel in the Crown" of the British Empire, India became the first part of that Empire to secure separate nationhood and independence. The Parliamentary Archives holds a variety of records which document the relationship between the United Kingdom and India, including photographs of Indian Army Officers on the Terrace on the occasion of the coronation of Edward VII in 1902, and papers relating to the Parliamentary Delegation which was sent to India in 1946, to meet leading politicians and convince them of the British desire for an early settlement of the Indian constitutional issue. ----- Harshawardhan_Bosham Nimkhedkar Nagpur, India

Dear Listers, Those who have lived in Bengal will like to peruse this site... http://rannaghar.netfirms.com/index.html Arvind Kolhatkar, Toronto, February 05, 2008

Monday, Nov. 24, 1930 Indian Conference Scene: The Royal Gallery Of The House Of Lords in which His Majesty George V opened last winter the London Naval Conference (TIME. Jan. 20). Time: Twelve noon when His Majesty opened last week the Indian Round Table Conference to determine the future status of one-fifth of the population of the globe. Properties: the King-Emperor's spectacles (in his breast pocket), his speech (borne by his private secretary Baron Stamford-ham), his Throne (portable), the Chair (portable), and the Round Table consisting of two U-shaped tables, one within the other, both facing the Throne, seating together 86 delegates. (As the splendorons scene opened the ruling Princes and Maharajas of the Native States moved about greeting one another with low salaams. Each placed his hands crossed upon his breast as he bowed. All manifested proud hauteur to ward the mere civilian delegates of British India. Scorned by these in turn, two miserable delegates of India's untouchables [lowest class] scuttled to their places. All the Princes and Maharajas were gorgeously pugreed [turbaned], but all except a few were somberly, impressively clad in long ajkans [tightly- buttoned, turtlenecked black frock coats]. Overawed, Correspondent Raymond Gram Swing of the New York Evening Post cabled of the princes: "In color, costume and bearing, in the lines of some of their ascetic, sensitive faces they were the ones who seemed to be the superior race. Beside them the pallid little Englishmen dressed in the dull sobriety of bank clerks were like subordinate assistants. Even King George in morning coat minus the accustomed white carnation in his buttonhole, was more like a company director than a monarch.") The Emperor of India (Entering accompanied by Prime Minister James Ramsay MacDonald, taking his stance in front of the gilded Throne, glancing deliberately about while the assemblage bowed, dipping for his spectacles and putting them on, receiving his manuscript speech from Lord Stamfordham, facing his special gold & silver microphone, holding up his speech with hands that trembled slightly): [snip] Full text at http://www.time.com/time/printout/0,8816,740756,00.html ----- Harshawardhan_Bosham Nimkhedkar Nagpur, India