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Instead
of
Feathers
TIME MAGAZINE
Monday, Mar. 11, 1940 One night last week the 1940 crop of 196 top-ranking British debutantes, all of whom would have liked to have stuck Prince of Wales feathers in their hair and gone to Buckingham Palace, stuck flowers in their hair instead and went to swank Grosvenor House. For this war year there will be no court presentations of debutantes, and—at a loss to London caterers, florists, et al. of $3,000,000—no individual debut balls. It was all done at one whack at the Grosvenor, and it was the biggest social event in London since break of war. Instead of golden thrones on a dais, there was a Leap Year Birthday Cake four feet six in diameter, with 196 candles. Instead of the Royal Family, patrons (and arbiters) were the Duchess of Grafton, the Marchioness of Reading, Lady Lawrence, Mrs. Winston Churchill and Lady Duncan. Instead of being on the Crown, as at Buckingham Palace, the party cost each of the 1,100 guests a matter of 32 shillings sixpence ($6.37). And to emphasize that Britain is grimly at war, men not in uniform committed what in peace- time London would have been the most unpardonable faux pas—instead of coming in white ties, they came in black. Sixty post-debs of '39 and earlier vintages came in brightly colored ball dresses, but
the
'40 debs wore demure Court gowns of white. Two ventured crinolines, Lady Cecilia
Fitzroy, cousin of the Duke of Grafton, Miss Mary Philippa Gary, niece of Viscount
Falkland. Since Britain is bent on making this a democratic war, privates in uniform did
not have to stay off the dance floor, as in 1914-8, twirled about the Great Room of the
Grosvenor on a social par with their officers. With healthy appetites, debs and escorts gobbled large slices of the vast cake when it was finally and solemnly cut Big moment of the evening was when Debutante Mary Churchill, a glamour girl in
anybody's
country, espied her famed father, the First Sea Lord, trying to sneak in like
a tired bulldog
to an inconspicuous table. She promptly dragged him out to sit with her
own café society
group, including the orchidaceous Marquesa de Casa Maury and
brilliant carrot-haired Editor Brendan Bracken of The Banker. Spotting "Winston," the
whole party livened up,
everyone sang For He's a Jolly Good Fellow, and at midnight
the Duchess of Grafton
permitted something about as daring as has ever been seen
at a top-drawer Mayfair ball.
Each of the young men, fine apple-cheeked lads mostly
and quick to blush, was given a
Leap-Year favor which he had to decide on the spot to
wear either red side out or green
side out. On the red side was lettered, "Stop. Do not
propose." On the green, "Go ahead,
you may propose." After no end of gay squealing and innocent chaff to the discreet rhythms of Jack Harris, the party wound
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