He enjoys the confidence of Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands whose Foreign Minister he is. Straight and yet portly of figure, his manner is stiff-necked and blunt. His arrival to dine heavily at one of the smart, white-painted mansions at The Hague, is announced by flunkies, unctuously intoning: "Jonkheer Dr. F. Beelaerts van Blokland!"
Last week "Blunt Beelaerts," as scurrilous U. S. correspondents term him, consented to receive the press, an infrequent condescension. Evidently his breakfast eggs, toast, cheese, preserves and cups of chocolate had been especially satisfying, for "Blunt Beelaerts"...
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