The King hit upon the happy idea of calling Mr. Rogers the Rajah. Mr. Clemens never grew tired of poking fun at Mr. Rogers and his stately, dignified manner. Their deep and strong affection for each other usually manifested itself verbally in this sort of whimsical abuse. One of our first excursions together, after the return, was to Prospect Park. Glances and cameras were always turned upon him.
Prospect Park has many charms, the greatest of which is the prevalence of scarlet military coats.
For Prospect Park is the garrison, and not to go to at least one function is to be hopelessly civilian, which is an other name for plebeian. None of us wished to be that. Besides, Mr. Clemens had a particularly tender spot in his heart for all things English, since the loving reception he had had the summer before from all classes on the British Isles. As we look back we see Prospect Park colored with many joys, and we were grateful to the Home Government who saw fit to retain one regiment there. To Prospect Park, then, we went of a Sunday, to hear the band.