The Guardian and Observer archive has more than 200 years of articles and images available to view. ‘Show your ring, Liz,’ the women cried, ‘You’re lovely’. When the Burtons came out of the church, with Mr Coward just behind, there was near-pandemonium wise-looking village women rushed forward as though to touch or embrace the Burtons, and the police had to surround them closely and force a way through the boiling throng to the Rolls.Īt one point Mr Coward, looking surprised and amused, but frail, was jostled by the mob and nearly left behind. The Queen Mother and Princess Margaret drove off to the reception to more clapping and waving. The service was over sooner than expected. But as far as one could see, they didn’t. A large policeman thought that Mr Frank Sinatra and Mr Gregory Peck were coming. Outside in the sun, the choir, who wore crimsony-mauve, were taking photographs of the famous with small cameras. ‘You are kind to come here,’ he said to her. After the Mass the couple gathered their immediate family for dinner at Atria's in Mt. Joan of Arc Church, with Father Phil Privonic presiding. ‘I love your shirt,’ Miss Taylor said to him. Richard and Linda Humenansky of Bethel Park celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary by renewing their vows May 4 at St. He was tall and dark, wore a grey morning coat, and carried a red ecclesiastical tome. Miss Taylor looked quite nervous, and Mr Coward said, ‘What are you nervous about? It’s not your wedding.’ ‘That’s why I’m nervous,’ Miss Taylor replied. Later, he remarked: ‘I heard someone say, “I’ll give you three Noël Cowards for one…”’ He looked happy. ‘Those terrible gulls and the sea bashing below…’ Mr Coward said at one point. But Mr Coward fore-stalled him, saying: ‘I’ve got some money. ‘Large ones please,’ said Mr Burton, who prepared to pay. Entering the saloon bar, they ordered three vodkas and tonic. Some time before the wedding, as the bells pealed, Mr Coward and the Burtons, also in a serpentine Rolls, had drawn up at ‘The Chaser,’ a small pub near the church. ‘Doesn’t Richard look a rascal!’ exclaimed a villager. Both Mr Coward and Mr Burton looked quite rumpled. Mr Burton had silver sideburns and his long dark hair curled up at the back under his grey topper. Mr Coward had his grey topper at a rakish angle, and he nodded his head like a handsome tortoise as he walked towards the church with small steps, bent slightly forward, his hands halfway into his trouser pockets. Miss Taylor wore a turquoise turban and turquoise outfit with sequins at the hem. Not long before the Royal Party, Miss Elizabeth Taylor, Mr Richard Burton and Mr Noël Coward had entered the church, also to applause. The bride, an old friend of Princess Margaret and a step-granddaughter of P.G. The Queen Mother wore a pale-green dress and a pale-green hat trimmed with white, and Princess Margaret wore a bold purple, pink and blue faintly psychedelic outfit. At the entrance to the church they climbed from a great maroon Rolls-Royce to the applause of assembled villagers, mainly women, whose summer dresses lined the gravel drive like confetti.
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