27th. The whole week's newspapers in piles around the room. I pick up the latest from the table and settle back. "Wedding on June 3. Americans at Chateau de Cande". And on and on, column after column without end. Pictures, too. "The Duke and his finance strolling in the chateau garden. Mrs. Warfield's dark Buick riding through the countryside." To Hell with it all. Let's have a book, something good, something old. Out of the bookcase the thick, leather-bound Shakespeare. Flipping the pages, one by one, dozen by dozen. Macbeth, no, gloomy. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Who ever heard of them? Richard II, ah, good enough.

Act I, Act II, and on, and on, he had to lose his throne. England can not have such a king and be England still. The wind is whisking the newspapers around the room, under my feet they rip and tear and rustle. Camera shots, headlines. Where are there headlines in Shakespeare? Enter Henry Bolingbroke. Enter Stanley Baldwin. "The Prime Minister and Mrs. Baldwin spent a quiet week-end at Chequers, their home in the country." Enter King Richard, attended. Enter the Dukes of Lancaster and Gloucester. "The proper wife of the Duke of Gloucester, herself the daughter of a wealthy Scottish industrialist, leads a quiet social life and disapproves of the night clubs frequented by Mrs. Simpson and her American friends." Enter the Bishop of Carlislc. Where is Cosmo Gordon Lang of Canterbury? "Truly this has been wonderful . . ." "Time magazine once again appeared in London with pages clipped out."

The newspapers have stayed in the room too long. They should be thrown away every morning. Enter King Richard. He is not a king. He has lost his throne:

"God save the king! although I be not he;

And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me."

"Without the help of the woman I love. The woman I love. The woman I love. Mr. Baldwin has been considerate. I am ready to go." Enter Northumberland. "The Archbishop of Canterbury photographed leaving 10 Downing Street." "Mr. Baldwin has been considerate." "The government has forbid any officials to attend the wedding."

Enter the Queen, attended. Enter Richard and Guard. They say farewell.

"Hie thee to France

And cloister thee in some religious house:

Our holy lives must win a new world's crown,

Which our profane hours here have stricken down."

"Mrs. Warfield to tint her hair blue to match her gown and her eyes. Blue, blue, blue. The Duke of Windsor's favorite color, Tint her hair blue. Antonio, her Paris coiffcur."

Enter the Duke and Duchess of York. "The Duchess of York does not think she has a sense of humor." Where is John of Gaunt? Where is Bolingbroke?

"God save the king! although I be not he."

The Vagabond today will stroll through Widener, whose halls are now filled with a collection of Coronation literature, dating from early times to the present.