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WE'RE GLAD TO KNOW THE
KINO BATH ESANY WAY
London July 22. King George V
is going clean nutty about the pa
His Royal Nibs today staged a
chapter of the Order of the Bath in
King Henry VITs chapel, Westmin
The Order of the Bath consists of
a lot of blue-blooded, aristocratic
ginks who have had the marvellous
privilege of tending, sponging, wip
ing and guarding the King while he
is taking his morning rub.
The Order is the second oldest in
Chivalry. It was founded by King
Henry IV in 1399, fifty years after
King Edward in started the Order
of the Garter after grabbing off a
lady's when it slipped and fell.
Doubtless in those old and dark
days it was worth while to be a
Knight Grand Cross or Knight Com
mander of the Bath. According to all
historical records, it was a darned
rare thing for a sovereign to take a
bath at all back in 1396, and it must
have been like exploring to watch
him when he did take one.
But nowadays Well, the blue
blooded ginks are said not to seem
so. keen on drying George off.
The Knights of the Bath breezed
down to the Chapel this morning in
their glad rags, the same consisting
of red velvet cloaks, jewelled collars
and stars of the Bath, and not sug
gesting appropriate costumes for the
bathroom worth a cent.
The ceremony of installing the
knights grand cross and knight com
manders in their pews was private,
and everyone present being in equally
bad, 'no one will tell whether George
made . them wash him up or even
whether or no His Majesty undressed.
The Duke of Connaught, as grand
master of the order, also is grand
master of the king's bathing and is
permitted to stand right close when
the king is washing.
Sir Spencer Ponsonby-Frane, Bath
jnaster-of-arms, whose services never
before were required, called the roll
to see that all the blue-blooded bath
attendants were on the job.
The last chapter of the Bath was
in 1815, ninety-eight years ago, and
no one expected a British sovereign
to do his washing publicly again.
The other morning Mrs. Blower
went to see her neighbor, Mrs. Smith.
It was obvious that she was greatly
upset about something.
"I'll have to get rid of Fido," she
burst out. "He broke into the larder
"Dear me!" said Mrs. Smith, sym
pathetically. "Did he eat much?"
Mrs. Blower tried hard to speak
calmly, while her eyes blazed with
righteous wrath and burning indig
nation, as she replied:
"Every single thing except the dog
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