If you hit the jackpot as prime minister – if you really match up to the squeaky-clean, genuine and youthful image of a new deal liberal politician taking over from a rather secretive and divisive Conservative – you better have a tough wife.
Prince, the songwriter, singer, producer, one-man studio band and consummate showman, died Thursday at his residence, Paisley Park, in Chanhassen, Minn., according to a statement from his publicist, Yvette Noel-Schure. He was 57.
When the home secretary, Sir William Joynson-Hicks, is torn away from the pressing matter of the looming General Strike to witness the birth of Princess Elizabeth in 1926, in a tradition now mercifully consigned to history, no one imagines the newborn girl will be queen. Elizabeth is born third in line to the throne with her debonair uncle David, the Prince of Wales, the heir apparent.