When strapping, hawk-nosed Prince Karl of Denmark was crowned King Haakon VII of Norway, 36 years ago, the crown, too large even for his Viking dome, slipped down over his ears. Superstitious observers whispered that this was an evil omen for his reign. But last week in London the exiled King, on his 70th birthday, knew that in his people's travail Norway's crown fitted him more snugly than ever. Standing with Crown Prince Olav and Crown Princess Martha, the shy, baldish King, uniformed as an admiral, reviewed an expatriate kingdom: hundreds of...
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