Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1937-05-13

them in their places, I do not know,
but George VS. boisterous chaff under
mined the confidence of his sons,
more particularly his heir to the
throne
Meaning to Subjects.
No, it is not the resemblance Of
the King to his father or his personal
popularity that 1 mean in referring
to the significance of todays cere-
money. 1t comes from what he repre-
sents to his subjects. He wins their
love and their loyalty by his faith in
freedom and his contempt for force.
This is the deeper significance for
today's ceremony in an age when
emperors and kings have fallen and
dictators govern two of the greatest
countries in Europe.
l see no difference between Com
munlsts, Fascists and Nazis. They
are all variations Of the formidable
egotism of man. Where service is
perfect freedom" to quote the beautl-
full collect which We repeat every
Sunday. does not apply merely to
christianity but to common sense as
we'll. The sharers in our common
wealth will never be coerced. They
do not ask for freedom as favor.
They claim it as right, and any king
who counters this legitimate preroga-
tive would be deposed.
In the many fine speeches of King
George V there was one sentence
which struck me as of greater
grandeur than any other. In reply
ing to addresses presented to him by
his lords and commons in the palace
OF Westminster on May 9, 1885, he
said lin these days when fear and
preparation for war are again astir
in the world, let us be thankful that
quiet government and peace prevail
over so large a part of the earth's
surface, and that under our flag of
freedom so many millions eat their
daily bread in far distant lands and
climates with none to make them
afraid"
When I listened to these noble
words, I wondered If they would be
reported in the German or Italian
press
Poorest Join in Celebration.
I doubt if any dictator could have
witnessed without envy not only what
took place in Westminster Abbey
but throughout the whole of the
British empire today. The meanest
of London's streets were decorated
by citizens who could i'll afford to
pay for the flags, and as l sat watt
ing in the abbey, I thought OF the
patience, order and loyalty OF rich
and poor, young and old who had
slept little and waited long to cele-
brate the GROWING OF their King.
Nor could I help thinking of the
greatest of our Princes of Wales. My
husband was the home secretary and
in attendance when the Duke of
Windsor was born, and the beautiful
Queen Alexandra held the infant in
her arms for him to kiss We there
fore took special interest in him. His
abdlcation was public sorrow
mourned throughout the empire. But
even king has certain private rights,
and if he was convinced that his
happines lay in different direction
from that which has been expected
OF him, "Who is he who condemneth."
These thoughts occurred to me dur
ing my long wait in the abbey be-
fore the arrival of the King and
Queen. Shortly before their majesties
entered the cathedral, a lively little
scene was enacted. The princess royal,
the Kings sister, entered, leading
by the hand the two little princesses,
Elizabeth and Margaret Rose. Both
wore short purple trains trimmed with
ermine over their little white frocks,
with white shoes to match. I could
hear clear whisper all around me,
How sweet they look" They then
sat down, very quiet and very well
behaved, to await the arrival of their
grandmother, Queen Mary. The chill
dren could not reach the floor with