For one glorious week, London had seemed to be the capital of the world. After the big day was past, thousands tramped the coronation route, through tattered paper arches and bedraggled festoons, while dustmen recovered tons of paper and empty bottles.
Queen Elizabeth, fresh as the morning dew, drove in her Daimler through the dingy streets of London's East End and was cheered by crowds that were ten-deep. Next day, with blowing of trumpets and banging of brasses, she showed herself and was cheered in middle-class Chelsea and Kensington. She conferred knighthoods on Colonel John Hunt, organizer of the British expedition that...
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