Long-jawed Alfonso XIII of Spain listened last week in Seville, amid an imposing group of gold-braided notables, to a high-sounding address by Spain's Dictator General Don Miguel Primo de Rivera. The dictator gesticulated, emphasized, smiled, scowled, pointed. To foreign ears it would have sounded like a declaration indeed, perhaps of grave warning, perhaps defiance. What the dictator was leading up to, however, was only this:
"You are our King, even in the days of misfortune afflicted by the death of the Queen-Mother, Maria Christina. When I conclude my address you will pronounce...
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