The Crown

While the British Parliament opened and argued, His Majesty the King-Emperor returned in triumph to London. Still wan and droop-shouldered, King George motored from Windsor to sooty Albert Hall, opposite Kensington Gardens. There state landaus and a squadron of gleaming, clanking life guards awaited him. Smiling happily, with a white tea rose on the lapel of his impeccable morning coat, he entered the first carriage with Queen Mary, regal as ever in a gold colored coat and fur-trimmed hat. Through Hyde Park, down Piccadilly the procession trotted, past cheering crowds.

From a balcony of the Duke of York's home in Piccadilly little Princess Elizabeth climbed the railing excitedly waiting for the parade. Unfeeling grown-ups pulled her down, made her change her dress. In a clean pink frock and uncomfortable gloves she reappeared on the balcony, just in time.

Tearing off her gloves to clap louder, she saw the horse guards and the King's carriage just turning the corner.

"Gran'pa!" screamed Princess Lilybet. ''Look, Aunty Mary! Look! You clap too!" Princess Mary obligingly clapped too.

P:From Buckingham Palace, over which the red and yellow royal standard flapped once more, it was announced that for fear of chill Scotch mists* the King-Emperor would not be allowed to go to Balmoral for "the twelfth," the August day that traditionally marks the beginning of the Scotch season, the death of thousands of fast-flying Scotch grouse. King George was promised the summer at Sandringham, his favorite summer home.

The King-Emperor is one of the six or seven finest wing shots in England. To console him for the loss of the Scotch shooting, the Sandringham gamekeeper announccd that Sandringham coverts are unusually well-stocked this year. Last week Lord Stamfordham, the King's private secretary, ordered a pair of guns a few ounces lighter than those His Majesty used before his illness, from Purdey, famed gunsmith.

P:Royal physicians pondered last week a suitable place for King George to spend the winter. Egypt, the Riviera, a Mediterranean cruise were all suggested. Said the King-Emperor: "I wish to visit one of my dominions."

The royal physicians inquired for a suitable winter residence in South Africa where the summer sun shines all winter; where Queen Mary's brother, Earl of Athlone is Governor-General; where guinea hens, bustards await the royal gun.

P:The most Reverend Cosmo Gordon Lang, Archbishop of Canterbury, in gold embroidered cape, croisier in hand, stood before the altar of Westminster Abbey. Heavy drums of the guards brigade rolled thunderously. Cried the Archbishop:

"God save the King!"

"God save this realm!"

"God give us thankful hearts!"

Followed a fanfare of trumpets. These military sounds in the House of God prefaced a great thanksgiving service for the King's recovery. Present in the Abbey were King George and Queen Mary, members of the royal family, Prime Minister Ramsay MacDonald, Ambassador Charles G. Dawes, members of the Diplomatic Corps and as many of the people of London as could crowd inside the doors. At the same time thanksgiving services were held in all other churches throughout the Empire.

For those who could not go to church the entire Abbey ceremony was radiobroadcast. In the U. S. too, those sufficiently interested to get up at 6 a. m. heard the service. By short wave radio transmission it was sent from Chelmsford, England, to Riverhead. L. I., then rebroadcast through a nationwide hook-up of 68 stations. Californians heard Westminster's Te Deum at 2 a. m.

P:Shortly before the Abbey service, grateful King George held a brief investiture in Buckingham Palace for three of the doctors who attended him. On Sir Humphrey Rolleston he hung the Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order. Drs. Graham Hodgson and Lionel E. H. Whiteby were made Knights Commander in the same order.

Next morning Britons relapsed into anxiety when the King's departure for Sandringham was canceled an hour before the start. A bulletin issued by four of the royal physicians, called in during the night and early morning, reassured while it alarmed:

"His Majesty's health is good . . . condition of the sinus in the right chest [root of the royal trouble] has not made satisfactory progress." Ex-ray examinations promised to keep His Majesty from Sandringham for a "short period."

*Anything short of a deluge is a "mist"' to loyal Scotchmen.