"Ought To Play Boule!"

In the baccarat room of the Cannes Casino--smartest on the French Riviera-- elegant males and svelte women leaned breathlessly over the tables, betting thousands of dollars as card after card came out of the "shoe." Through the rococo gilt doors of the gaming room stalked King Christian X of Denmark, six and a half feet of majesty in faultless evening clothes. Leaning on his arm was the blonde pride of Broadway, the world's most expensive playmate, Peggy Hopkins Joyce, ablaze with diamonds.

King Christian approached a bearded cashier, who sat in complete indifference behind square lavender piles of thousand franc notes.

"Please change this," said His Majesty disengaging his right arm from the left of Miss Joyce, and laying down a five-franc note--worth at the current rate just under 20-c-.

"People who want change for five francs," purred the cashier, nastily, "ought to be playing boule at Ostend."*

"My good person" said the shocked Miss Joyce. "This is for the King of Denmark --the King! Le Roi Christian Dane-mark!"

Magically five small brass coins appeared, and amid profusest, most voluble French apologies His Majesty strolled away, to do whatever one does with Peggy Hopkins Joyce and 20-c-.

*A deadly insult, except in August, when some very nice people go to Ostend and give their children francs with which to play boule, an infantile sort of roulette with odds disastrously against the player.