A Scandinavian monarch is greeted by his subjects with no servility, no boot-licking but with the affectionate bonhomie that a Protestant layman might show to an amiable Bishop of his sect. Last week Denmark's giant-tall King Christian X, on one of his daily horseback jaunts through Copenhagen's busiest streets, was not surprised when a passing truck driver waved him a cheery salute. Back waved King Christian, and at that moment his horse, young and excitable, suddenly reared, fell down. Beneath the horse one of the King's legs was pinioned and anxious bystanders...
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