Britain's King George V was sitting in his private parlor in Buckingham Palace one morning at ten-thirty last week. Outside a band was playing, a crowd watching the famed marionet ceremony of Changing the Palace Guard. Suddenly a skidding automobile slammed into the crowd, killed three aircraftsmen on holiday, injured five other bystanders. On the way it knocked down a stiff-standing Palace s.entry, smudging his scarlet tunic, knocking his black bearskin over one ear.
King George heard the crash, the screams, heard the band stop playing. He sent an equerry hurrying out...
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