Thirty-six years ago the Duchess of York, five years married and four years a mother, went down to Blackwall on the Thames below London docks to launch the 12,500-ton battleship Albion. Plunging into the water the great mass of steel piled up such a backwave that it swamped a landing stage on which 200 men, women and children were crowded. Nearly all of them were flung into the Thames. Fifty were drowned.
Last week the same lady, now Queen-Empress of Britain, went to John Brown's dockyards on the Clyde for another launching. On the...
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