Twenty scarlet-coated members of the Royal North-West:Mounted:Police were seated in the centre of the theatre. Two of these, brothers, former members of the Coldstream Guards, well over six feet in height, looked at each other and whispered to the other members. As though answering an overwhelming urge, they stood and in unison commenced to sing 'God Save the King'.
The effect was electrical. With one move the audience was on its feet and never in the world, I dare say, was our national anthem sung with greater fervour or more depth of feeling than in that moving picture house in that little town on the rim of the Arctic.
