Hours late because of floods and washouts the Simplon-Orient Express from Paris drew wheezing into Bucharest last week, with the Royal Salon Car in tow.
A delegation of peasant women, laden with wreaths for their Queen, had fallen asleep in the warm stuffy waiting-room, and, as no one woke them up, they snored on. Marie of Rumania was home.
Anti-Climax. An entire wagonlit full of correspondents who had accompanied the Queen from Paris were vexed by the necessity of reporting that King Ferdinand, who waited on the platform to greet his royal consort, seemed...
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