She has rarely been photographed with him and, except for Carl's seventy-fifth anniversary celebration in Chicago in 1953, she has not attended the dozens of banquets, functions, public appearances, and dinners honoring him -- all of this upon her insistence.

She attended the Royal Navy School in Singapore, and a convent school in Bath.

She then read Latin at Birmingham University and later attended Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford, to read Philosophy, Politics and Economics ( PPE ).

She received media attention when she attended the Cannes Film Festival in April 1953.

" She attended the Misses Lyman School and was just an average student, though she did well in French and Natural History.

She attended the Cherry Lawn School, a progressive boarding school in Darien, Connecticut, until 1965.

She attended the Professional Children's School, in New York City, and made her professional theatre debut in a 1966 production of The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, starring Tammy Grimes.

She attended Loreto Community School in Milford, County Donegal and then moved away to attend college wanting to become a classical pianist, continuing her studies in music and also studying watercolour painting.

She attended Lawrence High School then Kansas State University in Manhattan, Kansas, and graduated with an Associate in Applied Arts Degree from Wades Business College in Dallas, Texas.

She attended primary school in a variety of institutions in India and Europe, including Ecole Internationale in Geneva, Ecole Nouvelle in Bex, St Cecilia's and St Mary's convent schools ( both in Allahabad ), before graduating from the Pupils ' Own School in Poona and Bombay.

She attended a private school in Manhattan The Hewitt School.

She attended James Bowie Elementary School, San Jacinto Junior High School, and Robert E. Lee High School in Midland.

She then attended Beverly Hills High School, but for her senior year transferred to, and graduated from, Bel Air Prep ( later known as Pacific Hills School ) in 1991.

She attended the University College of London and was a student of linguistics and anthropology.

She attended Saint Rose of Lima, a Catholic school in Brooklyn, followed by St. Ambrose School ( Los Angeles ) and the Immaculate Heart High School ( Los Feliz ).

She attended the Girls ' Latin School of Chicago ( describing herself as an average student ), graduated in 1939, and later attended Smith College in Massachusetts, where she majored in English and drama and graduated in 1943.

She attended the funeral of Lady Bird Johnson in Austin, Texas on July 14, 2007 and three days later accepted the highest Polish distinction, the Order of the White Eagle, on behalf of Ronald Reagan at the Reagan Library.

She attended Van Nuys High School, where she was a cheerleader and an honor student.

She attended La Jolla High School in La Jolla, California.

She had recently attended the Highlander Folk School, a Tennessee center for training activists for workers ' rights and racial equality.

She was born in New York City, and attended Vassar College and was graduated in 1909.

She attended to the king's wound, but realised that the blow was fatal, and therefore approached Servius and entreated him to seize the throne.

She briefly attended Fairmount College in Monteagle, Tennessee in 1910.

She attended Cubberley Elementary and Marshall Junior High School in Long Beach.

She would return this symbol to the mountain, as one pours seed back into the soil every Spring or as ancient fertility cults demand annual human sacrifice.

She began to watch a blonde-haired man, also in shorts, standing right at the rear of the wrecked car in the one spot that most of the crowd had detoured slightly.

She was a top horsewoman and one of the city's most gracious hostesses.

She could not resist the opportunity `` of showing her superiority in argument over a man '' which she had remarked as one of the `` feminine follies '' of Sara Sullam ; ;

She designed and supervised the building of the Harbert, Michigan, house, most of which was constructed by one local carpenter who carried the heavy beams singly upon his shoulder.

She entreated me to see a doctor, and when I refused, brought one out to see me.

She regretted what she described as the `` unwarrantable & unnecessary '' check to their friendship and said that she felt that they understood one another perfectly.

`` She didn't really say '' -- She glanced away at the floor, then swooped gracefully and picked up one of Scotty's slippers.

She had been one of the first to collect her wits.

She was a juicy one.

She concluded by asking him to name another hour should this one be inconvenient.

She fell asleep leaning on her hand, hearing the house creaking as though it were a living a private life of its own these two hundred years, hearing the birds rustling in their cages and the occasional whirring of wings as one of them landed on the table and walked across the newspaper to perch in the crook of her arm.

She was going to tell Bobby Joe about how mistaken she had been, but he brought one of the cousins home for supper, and all they did was talk about antelope.

She hesitated, she hopped, she rolled and rocked, skipped and jumped, but in some two weeks she started to pace, From that time to this she has shown steady improvement and now looks like one of the classiest things on the grounds.

She also builds one or two waxen cups which she fills with honey.

She then described her experience as one in which she first had difficulty accepting for herself a state of being in which she relinquished control.

She was the John Harvey, one of those Atlantic sea-horses that had sailed to Bari to bring beans, bombs, and bullets to the U.S. Fifteenth Air Force, to Field Marshal Montgomery's Eighth Army then racing up the calf of the boot of Italy in that early December of 1943.

She was still in the play for pay business when she died, a top trollop who had given the world's oldest profession one of its rare flashes of glamour.

She replied, `` I know of one man that has not been friendly with him.

She was closing and within one more bound would have been able to reach the rear end of the bay, but -- and here Jones and Loveless and Ulyate were holding breath for all they were worth -- she never quite caught up that last bound.

She sidled along the booths one step at a time.

She had swished away, she had been gone for a long time probably when Sarah suddenly realized that she ought to stop her, pour out the coffee, so no one would drink it.

She had assumed before then that one day he would ask her to marry him.

She had a cup of something steaming, coffee perhaps, in one hand, a fresh piece of toast in the other.