A bright eyed, tousled girl-child was seen to clamber up an iron lamp post in the Square of Julius Caesar at Milan last week. The King, her king was coming, and she wanted to see. Round about and beneath her surged merry, excited Milanese. They filled the whole square except for a lane guarded by picked, stalwart troops of the Alpine mountaineering service. In a moment His Majesty, beloved King Vittorio Emanuele III, would ride down the human lane and on to open Milan's great, annual Sample Fair. Why didn't the King come?...
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