For 36 years that motherly monarch, Queen Wilhelmina Helena Pauline Maria, has driven in a gilded coach under the tree-lined streets of The Hague to open her Parliament. Last week for the first time in 33 of those years she did not have the comfortable figure of the Prince Consort, Henry, Duke of Mecklenburg, beside her.
Dressed all in white mourning, she scarcely looked up as her loyal subjects tingled their bicycle bells on the sidewalk and roared the old Dutch cheer: "Orange Boven! Orange Boven! Orange up!" Ten automobile loads of Dutch...
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