It was dark, pitch dark, save for one shaft of light boring through the crowded room. This light played on a slim white mast, played on a miniature British Union Jack fluttering slowly aloft. An unseen band struck up God Save the King.
The searchlight swung about, came to rest on another white mastlet. Up went the Stars and Stripes. Up struck The Star Spangled Banner.
This in a Manhattan hotel function room. When all the lights were snapped on, a distinguished company, some 1,200 strong, stood each behind his plate while grace was said. A moment later the company sat—ambassadors,...
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