GREAT BRITAIN: Chummy

“No food really fit for a King can any longer be eaten by His Majesty,” one of Buckingham Palace’s chefs complained last year and last week ”Chummy” asked permission to resign.

Chummy, as members of the Royal family insist upon calling Chef Gabriel Tschumi, is Swiss. When his father, a professor, was killed in an accident, Chummy became apprenticed to the Royal kitchens, has been there 34 years. Discreet, he would say no more last week than “I want to resign.”

Facts are that since His Majesty’s pneumonia George V has seemed to relish only two things, oysters and sweet puddings, of which he eats as much as his doctors let him. In Edward of Wales farsighted Chummy sees a future King-Emperor even less likely to appreciate his art. The favorite dinner of H. R. H. consists of cold meat & whiskey-soda—a menu sometimes expanded by cabbage or some other vegetable, always boiled. Unlike his fat, great-eating grandfather, and unlike his father, Edward of Wales detests sweets. But both George V and his son prefer whiskey-sodas with their meals to Edward VII’s champagne.