SIAM: Opened Eyes

At 4 p. m. rain clouds rolled back like a grey curtain. The yellow afternoon sun turned the thousand gilded spires of Bangkok into spikes of flame. Along the waterfront, in ferryboats, tugs, launches, sampans and barges, every Bangkokian who could find foothold was wedged, patiently waiting, eyes fixed on the royal yacht Mahachakri as it poked its golden prow toward the landing. The King & Queen of Siam were returning from the U. S.*

Minuscule King Prajadhipok in a white dress uniform, the sunlight gleaming from his new spectacles, stood on the bridge, beside...