Evening star., 1953-06-02
By Paul GoIIico
North American Nswspopsr Allianes

as both church and theater, EllZ-
aheth II was anointed and
crowned Queen of England to-
day
Hereafter she is bound, dedi-
Gated and wed to her country
by ties spiritual and temporal
that cannot ~be severed in her
lifetime.
After printing and cabling
hundreds of thousands of words
concerning the ceremony. very
little is left that one can tell
you back home who will read
these lines that you do not al
ready know.
You are familiar with details
of the ceremony, the fabulous
crowds. jewels and regalia. the
colorful guests in the abbey in
satins and -Velvets. aglitter with
jewels and decorations.
You know what the queen
wore. how she looked. and some
thing of the ordeal through
which she passed. including a
two-hour drive in a springless
wagon. wearing a four-pound
crown on her dainty head.
United in Spirit.
You might have been with her
in spirit when she pledged her
self to England and to God, was
anointed with holy oil, took COM
munion and received the homage
of her husband. who knelt at her
feet, placed his folded hands
between hers, and promised him
self to her as her liege man. All
these things you have read, for
they have been written a hun
dred times and no longer are
news.
But one thing can be reported
to you which perhaps you do not
yet know about this great event,
upon which the eyes of the world
were focused. This is the tre-
mendous, almost unprecedented,
outpouring of love from the peo-
pie of Great Britain for their
Queen. This coronation has been
called the greatest love affair in
the course of history. It may
we'll be so.
For while the people of Eng
land welcomed the accession of
Elizabeth I as a relief from op-
preston and as the dawn of
better days. she was less we'll
known. Her welcome, while
reaching a high pitch of enthu-
siasm, even for those days did
not have the great warmth and
genuine love which is displayed
here unashamedly.
Reflects Great Love.
There is hardly a man in Eng
land who is not more than a
little in love with this radiant
being who, like the stars, reflects
back all the light that is flood
ing her from the suns of British
affection. It is a genuinely
astounding and exciting phenom-
enon, this mass love for this
v0llr0 w0Ynan
For instance, two chaps in a
pub were having a drink. They
raised their glasses to the flower
decorated portrait of the Queen
that hung there and toasted:
1.-THE Queen-God bless her." as
all London is doing. One said
to the other, ''You know, it al
most makes one wish there was
danger of our being invaded
again." His friend asked, why,
what do you f1ean?" The other
looked up at the portrait again
and replied. Because it would
be fun to fight for her."
An extreme anachroniSm Of
vanished chivalry? All, but this
is England today; this is the
story of that renaissance Of the
poetic love of a woman.
At the telephone-booth switch
board of the Hotel Savoy there
| is little man who has worked
there for AZ years. Within him
was born a poem to his queen.
Two Days and Nights.
For two days and two nights
he labored to bring it forth and
finally did on a little scrap of
paper. Here it is, ITO Her
Majesty the Queen"
Great eloquence cannot convey
Our thoughts, our hopes. op
the day,
What-e'er our creed,
What-e'er our style,
We always shall see
That smile, that smile.
He will remember
And we will pray
From Harold Frederick Hud-
son, AZ years at the Savoy tele-
phone boxes"
What cry was torn from a
warm human heart? THAT
smile, that smile" All England
and much of the world has sue
cumbed to her smile. Mr.. Hud-
son need not take a back seat to
Poet Laureate John Masef1eld.
for he has done what a poem
ought to do-conveyed sincerity
and the depth Of emotion be-
hind it.
You will be as glad to learn as
I was that Mr.. Hudson's little
scrap of paper, through a strange
concatenation of circumstances,
went into the pocket of a famous
parsonage who was as moved by
it as we were.
Unfamiliar to America.
It will reach the eyes of the
Queen as one more drop in the
crystal stream Of love gushing