Arrived at Paris last Week on his way to London (TIME, July 5), Alfonso XIII, high-spirited, sartorially perfect, fundamentally virile, troubled himself far more over purchasing a new racing car, than with rumors that the French police had barely thwarted an attempt upon his life. While his Queen, Victoria Engénie, shopped in the Rue de la Paix, the King's motor attained a speed so terrific on the broad Champs Elysées that he distanced not only his official escort but also several motorcycle policement, who, not knowing his identity, gave chase with...
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