Talk:Edith Kingdon Gould

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Time on October 14, 1942:

Manhattan socialite Edith Kingdon Gould, linguist, ex-child-poetess, 22-year-old great-granddaughter of the late, great Robber Baron Jay Gould, joined the WAVES, went off to train at Madison, Wisconsin.

Time on April 17, 1944:

Ensign Edith Kingdon Gould, sightly great-granddaughter of the late Robber Baron Jay Gould, stood at the head of her graduating class at the Naval Reserve Midshipmen's School in Northampton, Mass. Not a college graduate, the daughter of socialite Financier Kingdon Gould of Manhattan enlisted in the WAVES as an apprentice seaman in October 1942, worked her way through the ranks to an officer-candidate appointment.

Time on October 21, 1946:

Married. Edith Kingdon Gould, 25, socialite, linguist (five), ex-child poetess, harpist, actress (Agatha Christie's Hidden Horizon), former lieutenant (j.g.) in the WAVES, great granddaughter of the late railroad tycoon Jay Gould, and daughter of the late financier Kingdon Gould; and Guy Martin, 34, wartime Navy lieutenant; both for the first time; in Manhattan.

Time on April 28, 1958:

Born. To Edith Kingdon Gould Martin, 37, great-granddaughter of "Robber Baron" Jay Gould, sometime child poetess, harpist, actress (Agatha Christie's Hidden Horizon), World War II lieutenant (j.g.) in the WAVES, and Guy Martin, 47, lawyer: their first daughter, fourth child; in Washington, D.C. Name: Edith Maria Theodosia Burr. Weight: 5 lbs. 9 oz.

Time on December 24, 1934:

Out just in time to make a fine Christmas present for her schoolmates at Miss Hewitt's Classes was a thin, blue & white book of Poems by Edith Kingdon Gould, 14, great-granddaughter of Jay Gould. On the day it was published Manhattan newshawks called at the Goulds' Manhattan penthouse, found the butler and Miss Edith, a well-poised girl with bangs and saucer eyes, at home. Said Poet Gould. "I suppose I must get used to this if I am going to be any good with my verse." Thereupon she rattled solemnly: "I have been writing poetry since I was 6. It's funny that I should have loved poetry, isn't it? Most of the girls I know really loathe it. ... I like horseback riding, swimming, and tennis, but I am poor at tennis. ... I like boys all right, but I don't like them my own age. They seem so stupid. ... I think it's very silly of Roosevelt to tax the rich and give it to the unemployed." Miss Gould posed for newscameramen, then ushered her callers to the elevator. "You know," said she "I will get 10 cents for every copy that's sold. Best of her 37 verses. Author Gould likes "When Tomorrow," written on her 14th birthday last August: When tomorrow has become today I will be one year older, people say. When today has joined the endless train Of yesterdays that came and went again, This past year with its wild desires, Hopes unrealized that youth inspires, Dreams that became deceptions, rapture, all Will have passed far out beyond recall. Year that I have lived! Thoughts that were my own! Dying in the dead of night, alone. Will I, too, sometime have slipped their way When tomorrow has become today?"