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Sunday in England
Alastair took Vivian and Cathleen to Soho, to hear real Cockney accents. The barrow boys' cry translated: "Apples, a pound, pears!" And the fruits' high quality was even more eloquent than the chant.
Vivian found "the Bobbies" as helpful as Alastair predicted, and relied on them for her own solo sightseeing. Below, it wouldn't be London — if all three hadn't gathered for the usual "spot of tea"!
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(Continued from page 32) success. People loved Vivian." Another vacationer from the CBS Radio serial — Cathleen Cordell who is heard as Cora Harwood — was also in a whirl, for, while she's American-born, she was Europeaneducated, appeared on BBC, and had many friends to see.
The vacation was Alastair's first trip home in five years, and his first sight of a new home. "We had always lived in London," he said, "but now we live in Hampshire." During the period when Alastair was moving about — he saw quite a bit of the world before settling down in New York — his father, the master of a merchant liner, had retired. Alastair described the new location: "Highcliffe is a very old village, in an old part of England. It has charming old white houses and is really a picture-postcard sort of place, for the horses, which run wild in the near-by New Forest, come into the town and saunter down the main street. All traffic must stop until they get out of the way."
For Vivian, who is a native New Yorker, this was the second trip to Europe, but her first visit to London. Vacationing, she had "seen America first" by going to Yellowstone, and had spent subsequent holidays touring the Caribbean. Last year, she went to Italy and fell in love with it, so this season she again planned to spend a week in Paris, then go on to Florence and Venice. Alastair, on hearing her itinerary, protested — with all of Lord Henry's positiveness — "Surely you can't skip London. I'll come up and show you around." Later, he was to say, as do all natives who entertain out-of-town guests, "It was an education, to me, too. A Londoner, like a New Yorker, just doesn't bother to go to points of interest unless he has a guest who wants to see them."
Their stop at Buckingham Palace had, to Vivian, been a bit disappointing. The flag flying and the gates open indicated that Her Majesty was in residence and an affair of state was in progress. She said, "Crowds lined the sidewalks, twenty-five deep, so we waited, too, hoping for a glimpse of Elizabeth, but we never saw her." The next day, however, luck was with her. With friends, she was driving down the street when a police officer asked them to pull over to the curb. "If you don't," he stated pleasantly, "you'll impede Her Majesty's way to the theater."
"We parked and stood on the corner," says Vivian, "and she passed within ten feet of us. There was no crowd to block the view. She's a lovely, beautiful woman, much prettier than her pictures. I was thrilled to see her."
Commenting on Our Gal Sunday's fear of visiting her husband's homeland, Vivian said, "I don't think she needs to worry. I didn't find the English people cold; I did find them a bit more reserved. But, once I understood this was just a more formal code of manners, I found they were warm, hospitable and charming. Of all the places I visited, I had my best time in London."