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Gentleman kneels at the foot of his bed
Strokes his much advertised leonine head.
Hlush! hush!—whisper who dares—
Ramsay MacDonald is saying his prayers*
To whisper while George V is saying his prayers, or while Stanley Baldwin is saying his, would be equally unthinkable. These three men—the vaguely born Prime Minister, the ermined & empurpled King-Emperor and the arch-bourgeois Leader of Britain's Conservative (majority) Party —form today an impeccable Imperial Triumvirate. Last week they managed to wash their hands of a political...
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