(See drawing p. 25)
Millions of U. S. citizens had ears at the opening of the London Naval Conference, but barely twoscore had eyes. Radio voices can leap the Atlantic, but not yet radio vision. Last week the flying brush of an intently listening artist was still the swiftest means of bridging the ocean with the glow and glamor of the conference, the rich stained glass lights and solemn shadows of the fusty Royal Gallery of the House of Lords. There, in the simple garb of a gentleman, His Majesty George V, King and...
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