Princely Pilgrim

There follows a continued-from-Iast-week chronological account of the visit of Edward P. to the U. S.

P: After declining to dance during the first two days of the voyage, the Prince finally succumbed to the charms of King Jazz. For a time he danced only with the members of his own party, but at length he honored Miss Lenore Cahill, of St. Louis--danced with her eleven times, it was said.

Miss Cahill was prompt to grant an interview to a representative of the Universal (News) Service, which was printed by the U. S. gumchewers' press. In this interview she said:

"I was probably the only human being of my sex aboard the Berengaria without any idea that the Prince of Wales was to be a fellow passenger. As a matter of fact, my aunt, and I, too, did everything possible to avoid taking the ship, because we crossed on her last Summer and wanted to go home by the Majestic. But we could not get decent accommodations on the Majestic, and at the last minute decided to go on the Berengaria.

"My opinion of the Prince of Wales as a dancer? I think he is the most wonderful boy in the whole world, and as a dancer, he lives up to my loftiest ideals about him."

P: On board the Berengaria, the Prince lived a hectic athletic life. He outwalked everyone in his party. In a tug-of-war match between the Prince's team and a team composed principally of Yale and Harvard men, with one short, sharp tug the American team hauled the Prince's team across the line and down the deck. In a potato race, he was disqualified. A pillow fight on a boom proved irresistible sport. "Here," said the Prince, "I want a shot at that! Get me somebody about my weight. I am 150 pounds." A lanky American lad was found. The two went at each other with such vigor that they both descended to the mattress with dull thuds.

"Come on again!" cried the Prince, vaulting back onto the pole. The lanky lad landed him a good, solid wallop, but the Prince kept his balance, and as the other came to the defense, he hit him with such force that he unbalanced himself.

The Prince also proved his ability as a boxer. In the ship's gymnasium, he had a friendly round or so with the ship's instructor. "You want to shoot that left out sharper, sir," said the instructor. The Prince did, and caught him a good, stiff biff on the jaw. He apologized profusely, but his mentor replied, touching his face tenderly, "I deserved all I got from you, sir."

P: Radiograms began to come in. Boy Scouts of America: "Six hundred ninety members Boy Scouts of America extend heartiest welcome. Command us for any service. Hope you will grant little time at reception of our world's champion Jamboree Scouts returning steamer Lancastria Sept. 6 or 7. Warmest greetings. Colin Livingstone, President."

Many other messages were received.

P: As the Berengaria stopped to let the Prince off, an army of reporters besieged the royal quarters. To them was handed a typewritten statement.

Interviews followed on Deck C.

"Are you engaged?" asked a woman reporter.

"No, I am not engaged."

"How long are you going to stay?"

"I don't know. I am most happy to be back in America. I like your country very much. The fact that I have come here for a holiday is about the best that I can say."

"Will you be here for a fortnight?"

"I wish you would make it as easy for me as possible and let me alone."

"Are you likely to marry an American girl?" queried another female newsgetter.

"That question can't be answered. That's a secret."

"Have you been studying poker?"

"Cut that out!" rapped back the Prince.

P: The Prince stepped off the Berengaria, and Lord Renfrew stepped on the Machigonne, then onto the Black Watch, then, owing to the low tide, into a small launch which whisked him away to Glen Cove, L. I. Thousands and thousands of people who had assembled to see him were disappointed.

P: The magnificent suite which the Prince engaged on the Berengaria cost him $5,490 for the trip.

P: In the early morning following his arrival, a train rolled its way under the island of Manhattan. It was taking Lord Renfrew to Washington. On his arrival, he had gone around New York; on his way to Washington, he went under it.

P: Soon after 1 p. m. on a hot August day, the Prince of Wales alighted from the train, was met by Secretary of State Charles E. Hughes and Colonel C. E. G. C. Charlton, Military Attache at the British Embassy. Thousands of people assembled on the concourse leading from the station, hoping for a glimpse of the British Heir Apparent. Their patience was scantily rewarded, for the Prince walked quickly through the President's Room and entered the President's closed automobile, at the door of which stood Assistant Secretary of State J. Butler Wright. As the Prince passed through the Capitol grounds and down Pennsylvania Avenue to the White House, the people made themselves still hotter by cheering lustily the speeding automobile.

P: Arriving at the White House, the Prince leaped from the car and was ushered into the Presidential mansion by the Secretary and the Assistant Secretary of State. President and Mrs. Coolidge and their son, John, were waiting to receive him in the Blue Room. After introductions had been made, Mr. Hughes and Mr. Wright withdrew, leaving the Prince alone in the bosom of the reigning family of the U. S.

Luncheon was served in the State Dining Room, and lasted one hour. The entire meal was one of great simplicity --a luncheon "such as the Coolidge family often shares." The President was dressed in a gray suit with a mourning band on one sleeve. Mrs. Coolidge wore an all-white dress. The Prince was attired in a grey-blue lounge suit with white pinstripes, a white handkerchief with a blue border stuck in his breast pocket.

After luncheon, the party moved to the residential part of the White House, where conversation was continued for 15 minutes. After this, President and Prince repaired to the former's study, smoked, and "may have discussed matters of interest in world affairs." Seated in the President's chair, the Prince asked permission to write a message to the people of Washington in response to a request from the White House correspondents:

The White House

Washington

To the People of Washington:

I would like to express my very deep gratitude to the people of Washington for their kind welcome to me on this hot day. To have the chance of paying my respects to the Chief Executive of the United States has been eagerly anticipated by me, but I did not expect the affectionate reception which the citizens themselves have afforded me.

My present visit to this country is purely a holiday one, but the charm of it is enhanced by the manner in which it is being received in all quarters. I thank you all very much. EDWARD P.

30, VIII, 24.

At 2:30 p. m., the President, his family and the Prince returned to the Blue Room, where a number of Cabinet members were presented. At 3:00 p. m. the visit was over. The Prince left the White House in the Presidential car, the top of which had been lifted back. All along Pennsylvania Avenue the crowd, which had waited a solid two hours in the broiling sun for his reappearance, cheered him to the echo. The Prince doffed his hat repeatedly, smiled, and seemed deeply to appreciate the spontaneous homage of the people of Washington.

Shortly after, a train steamed out of Washington's station. Lord Renfrew was returning to Syosset.

P: Sunday was to be a great day. Syossetians and others crowded a local church; for Princes are good churchgoers. Great disappointment: Lord Renfrew played polo in the morning and danced in the afternoon.

P: Labor Day found the Baron of Renfrew at Belmont Park, sitting in August Belmont's box over which fluttered a Union Jack. He betted not, so said a report, but he was seen in the paddock and on the judges' stand. Although there were 60,000 people present, not all knew that the puerile* Baron was present. But, as for example, when God Save the King was played, the Union Jack run up on Mr. Belmont's private pole, and on his appearance in the paddock and on the judges' stand, many thousands of gullets manufactured right lusty and hearty cheers.

P: Lord Renfrew's hat created so much sensation that reporters forgot to mention the rest of his attire. It was a Panama with the brim turned down all the way around--as they are usually worn in the Isles of Britain. In every other respect it resembled other Panamas, but even this last distinction was effaced by the Belmont multitude which was seen furtively turning down Panama brims. Occasion was taken by reporters to inform the plebs that the Baron has two Panamas, one senescent and one neoteric. The new variety caused the commotion.

* Puerile is here used as a synonym for boyish, which has been done to death in connection with the Prince by the daily press of the world.