Last week George V., modest Imperator et Rex, felt stirring within him that urge toward pheasant shooting which in his youth caused him to become one of the crack bird-shots of the Empire. While the Prince of Wales spurred madly after foxes and Queen Mary occupied herself with vague housewifely duties at Buckingham Palace, King George set out for his annual visit to Elveden Hall in Suffolk, where some of the finest pheasant and partridge shooting in England is to be had.
As all good-grade Britishers know, the owner "of Elveden Hall is the...
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