The Daily Valdemar No. 33: April 14
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| Valdemar Andersen, for the satirical magazine Klods-Hans, December 3, 1905. |
Before us we have a whole row of kings of the kind of which legends are made. They seem larger than life to a degree that they belong on the pages of fiction. An outcome fully approved by them all. Each proved his right to the throne in his lifetime with cunning and force, while making certain that it was known and sung about for their enemies to take note.
Now they are wondering at this thin thing sailing into their territory stretching forward a boneless hand.
In 1905 a newly independent Norway got a king of their own. He was chosen for being the least political candidate at hand and was a younger son of the Danish Crown Prince, who happened to be around anyway. Prince Carl became King Haakon VII.
The waves weave the picture plane into a strong black and white patterning as in a tapestry. Except for the new king, who remains outside in his own corner. Power is no longer defined by the strongest sword, so why crown a king in a democracy of 1905?
