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... WHEN the French go in for spectacular, pseudo-historical films à la Holly wood they want watching. Not that they are much better at it. But they are liable to pop up with gimmicks which must make Hollywood's moguls gnash their teeth and fire a couple of script-writers for not having thought of them first. Take Caprice of Caroline (Cameo-Poly, Oxford Circus), for instance. Whoever thought of a ...

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... i*uut TURN back for a moment, if you will, to the cover page to contemplate the magnificent figure of the Tatler. Right foot forward, body poised in an attitude of relaxed anticipation. On his lace an expression both wary and super cilious as he awaits the morning's en counter with the world. Who knows, he might meet a cad, or be bored by a macaroni. Look well on this famous fellow, for you ...

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... by Graham ...

... , , It's bliss it's a Braemar There's so much to make a girl long for a Braemar Rare, comforting warmth that goes hand in hand with a fit and finish (hotli inside and out) just not of this age. A whirligig of colours prim or pagan, muted or fairground-gay. And every single Braemar sweater or twin-set is fashioned by Scottish craftsmen so that it's yours to positively purr over for years and ...