Royal Week

P: Their Majesties twice sought the theatre last week, twice graciously applauded able mummers-- U. S. mummers. At the snug Empire Theatre, Fred and Adele Astaire delighted Royalty with that song and dance, Lady Be Good. Next evening Miss Jane Cowl brazened before the grandson of super purist Queen Victoria, in Easy Virtue. From the King-Emperor's vocal chords there issued not, last week, the baleful rebuke with which his grandmama blasted all questionable jests (even one cracked precociously in infancy by the present Edward of Wales) : "We are not amused!"

P: Her Majesty passed a morning last week in superintending the design of a nursery and a cupboard. The "nursery"--a suite of rooms equipped with every appliance for infant culture--will be built to adjoin Her Majesty's own apartments in Buckingham Palace. The cupboard, an ingenious toy stable, will be copied, with a few improvements, after that which houses the toys of Princess Mary's two infant sons, at Goldsborough Hall, Yorkshire. "Does Her Majesty expect an infant?" queried humble newsgatherers. "Her Majesty," retorted lofty courtiers, "will entertain at Buckingham Palace from January to June her granddaughter, (TIME, May 3) the Princess Elizabeth (aged, at present, nearly four months.) During that period their royal Highnesses, the Duke and Duchess of York, (parents of Elizabeth, "the baby who is always smiling") will journey to Australia on the cruiser Renown and there inaugurate the new Australian Capital, Canberra.

P: "Puff-PUFF!" went the engine of Their Majesties' royal train last week, as able Scotch engineer, Mortimer Glendower, tested his locomotive preparatory to the imperial summer jaunt. During the last of August His Majesty will hunt in Yorkshire, will spend September en famille at Balmoral Castle, famed Scotch rustication ground of "Dear Albert" and Victoria.

P: His Royal Highness, Edward of Wales, returned to London last week from Sandringham. Edward, speeding in a luxurious first class saloon car, knew not that Arthur J. ("Emperor") Cook, famed "red hot" Communist Secretary of the Coal Miners Federation, was riding a few cars behind, in a third class carriage. As the train drew in to Liverpool Street Station, Mr. Cook, facetious, bowed elaborately from his third class window as a cheer echoed for Edward of Wales. Queried "Emperor" Cook of scandalized newsgatherers: "Is this respect for the Prince or for the 'Emperor'"?