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For six months fat-cheeked Carol of Rumania has found Mexico City's suburb Coyoacan an agreeable place for his exile, complete with his red-haired mistress Elena ("Magda") Lupescu, a luxurious eight-room maisonette, two high-powered automobiles, valet, maid, two Cuban houseboys, two French poodles, two Pekingese, and former Lord Chamberlain Ernest Udarianu, who is something of a lap dog himself. There the exiled King has pleasured himself with poker, backgammon, golf, visits to the El Patio nightclub, and a social whirl with some of the fastest climbers in Mexico.

But recently Carol has begun to miss the privileges and perquisites of kingship. Last week he announced that in response to "exhortations and appeals" he would presently emerge as Regent of Free Rumania, hoping for a day when Adolf Hitler would be disposed of and Rumania could become "a monarchy based on democratic principles."

Some of Carol's qualifications for the job of Regent were recalled: > On his first visit to New York, in 1920, he bought a bartender's guide. > In London, after George V's funeral in 1936, he went on such a binge that Rumanian attaches cried "Our King is lost!" until he turned up just in time for the boat train. > Of the present Duke of Windsor, he passed the peculiar judgment: "I have great hopes for the reign of Edward VIII. He is a man endowed with rare equilibrium --rare equilibrium!" > After years of Rumanian misrule, when he was chased out of the country by the Nazi Iron Guard he was forced to leave behind millions in royal loot, but managed to gjet away with sums estimated as high as $6,000,000.

There was little likelihood that Carol's ambitions toward the Regency would be taken seriously. He was repudiated by Rumanian refugee groups in both Washington and London. Washington rumor said he had been advised not to apply for a U.S. visa.

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