Can Caillaux Return to Power? Martin Johnson's African Adventures with His New Wild Animal Photographs New Feuds in the Democratic Party By Mark Sullivan in Scotland THE MEETING of the mountain and the plain makes the prettiest country in any land; and makes the best golf, too. Gleneagles golf is made that way. On the King's Course going out, every time you lift your head (mind you don't lift it too soon) the outline of the Grampian Mountains meets your eye (after the follow through, please!), and Gleneagles itself tumbles about among the foothills of that noble mountain range. But beside the Grampians there's another outline to be seen from Gleneagles, more hospitable than a mountain range and more human in its appeal. It is the outline of the Gleneagles Hotel. GLENEAGLES is a new hotel for Scotland, a new kind of hotel altogether. It is one of those great hotels, rare in England or Scotland, but not so rare in America or the south of France, that have made travel a luxury and a delight. Gleneagles is one of those great twentiethcentury palaces that, whether in elegance or taste or silent, watchful service, outshine the duke in his castle, the baron in his hall. Gleneagles |