Affairs of State.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 3 September 1910, Page 4

Affairs of State.

$ YANKEK VIEW OK ENGLISH HOYAL LIKK. The published: statement that King George Y. enjoys more than anything to stay at home and rend "Tit-Hits" and similar publications has impelled an American humourist to write the following impression of life in Buckingham Palico: — King George sits by the window, his head buried in a sixpenny magazine. Enter the Hereditary Grand Chamberlain, and Imperial Scullion. H.G.C: Your Majesty— King (reading): "The beautiful Lady Gwendolyn uttered a low scream, fearing even in her excitement to create a scene. Coifnt Mochowsky laughed cruelly. 'You are in my power, proud beauty.' Just then a terrible explosion—" H.G.C: Your Majesty! Ilinmm! Ahem-MMM!!! King: ''A terrible explosion rent the air. The count's false moustache was blown off. and fn.spccd.or Bucket of Scotland Yard, who happened to be looking through the window of the cab. muttered: 'Ah, ha, my fine fellow! So it is old Slippery Jake!' At this moment Halley's comet struck the- To be continned in our next." H.G.C.:_ Your Majesty, the Bay Rum of Kapui'thnla craves audience. King: "To lie continued in oui next." Oh, these serial stories. Ha, art thou not the Karl of Maltwhiskey, Hereditary Grand Chamberlain and Imperial Scullion? H.G.C: Yea, bo. King: Then hie I hoe out and sequester me the July number of "Snippets." H.G.C: But, your Majesty, his Highness the Bay Bunliving: f will receive him later, but first f must learn how Lady Gwendolyn foiled her villiannus pursuer. Haste thee, old cup of tea. Or perhaps the King passes up and down the throne room. "Will it never come?" be mutters hoarsely. He appears distraught as bo feverishly repeats, "Will it never come?" The gentleman in waiting, the equerries, the aides-de-camp tremble visibly. What can their liege expect? The siispence is terrible. "Will it never come?" again lie mutters. They send for Blue Nose, pursuivant to the pyjama king in arms, his Majesty's personal attendant. "Ask the King what he expects," they tell him. Blue Nose: What is it yo'u expect boss? King: Has it not? Why. knave, dost not remember Marie C'orelli's new book is published to-dav? Maybe it is the Prime Mim'stoi who bears dispatches to the Kin". Premier: We must abolish the Lords, your Majesty. King: Never! Premier: .But, sir, von have already promised. King: That was belore I realised the terrible disaster that smflj a step would cause. Premier: What disaster. King: AVhy. all the stories worth reading arc about Lord Binrdmt marrying the poor governess? or about Lady Ermentonde'.s disappearance on the p VO f)t tno ])n] [ Ao, no; ,fc wo „i(i t ] nw tf)o n)anv English authors out of work to abolish titles,