Next, seven golden-coated trump peters on never tall horse, enter. tug abreast, take up the tal, blow. ing a ringing fanfare on seven silver trumpets: "They are announcing the approach of the King and. Queen, Everything moves like lockworks the outriders are in the Stadiom at 11.25 precisely.
Three State couches drawn by four chestnuts apiece come then done Horse Guards ex coling on black chargers, and—to a four that goes round and across the amphitheatre—King George and Queen Mary, with the Duke of York And Prince "Henry, all in a great pink-satin-lined coach, swaying be-Kind'n team of ai positioned bays, The flutter of handkerchiefs is ike foam on the crest of "eat wave rolling with Teisured atatelcan along the Stadium clit, boom: Ing a8 1 goon Though they are mere midgets in this stupendous setting we can just see that the King is in Admiral's uniform and the Queen in silver trey, with her loved hand ferry olledup parasol. What a pic: fre If the sum had been shining but still, what a picture!
King and Queen pass to their Thrones. "The" Commonwesith of Nations. stands st attention. The Royal Standard bellows heavily out from the masthead.
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