The sea, like the breath of mythical and playful goddesses, goes to the heads of worldlings. It gives them an inexplicable grandeur, a constant vibration between excitement and ease, a strange language. Take, for example, the events at Santander, Spain, on the Bay of Biscay during the last three weeks. King Alfonso XIII went there to join his queen and children. Yachts and warships speckled the harbor. There were receptions in the Magdalena Palace, dances in the clubs, frolicking townsfolk and tourists everywhere. U. S. Ambassador Ogden...
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