Fifty years ago the King-Emperor was a small and mischievous midshipman, known as "Sprats"* to the ship's company aboard Her Majesty's Ironclad Bac chante. The coxswain of the captain's gig was rollicking Bill King, who wore a big straw hat with ribbons down the back and was a great favorite with the middies. Last week rollicking Bill the sailor, now a little old gentleman of 75, stumped up the gravel drive of Craigwell House, Bognor, to call on King George, with worn logbook in his arms. His Majesty was delighted. For 15 minutes...
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