New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1910-07-08
ROYALTY RETURNS HOME
Regal in Health and Happiness,
at Least, Were so Small Girls.
AN ADVENTURE I'M TRANSIT
Princess Lost Is Quickly Found,
and Fresh Air Guests Rejoin
Their Families.

/ Ihey must have been princesses. at the
| least, judging by the attention shown them
| Everybody stepped aside TO allow them the
right of way, and stopped to watch them
as they passed. When the traffic officer on
duty at the corner OF Chambers and West
streets saw them emerging yesterday morn
ing from the Erie Railroad ferryhouse
with a ma 1estic wave Of his white gIoved
hand he stayed the food Of traffic and
fastening to meet them. escorted them gal
lantly across the busy tnorouShfare.
There We're fifty of them. but they were
not the tall and stately variety Of well
tailored Processes whom everybody would
expect 4 traffic offfcer-or even a police in
spector-to conduct clrivairousIy through
the dangers OF the trucking In fact, all of
them were between the ages of six and
eleven.
/ No. these must have been nneal descend
ants of Cinderella True they didn't wear
the authentic footgear ordained by long
ages of tradition for heirs of that fortunate
young lady But then stone pavements
are hard on glass slippers.
Perhaps they wished TO travel fncognito.
or perhaps they wanted to show their pride
in the humble origin of their famed an
cestress; but, whatever the reason. they
were all clad in clothes belonging TO what
might be called the first Cinderellan period,
when that as vet undiscovered" princess
occupied the station later filed by Little
Polly Flinders"
The dangers of West street passed new
difficulty presented itself The party wished
to get &c the subway. but the Pullman
| coaches Used on the Chambers street air
line accommodate twenty-five, at the most
and for various reasons it was impossible
TO divide them. and so it was finally de-
cided TO walk the distance The young
princesses each tucked her bunch Of daisies
under one arm and the bag containing her
wardrobe-tney were even so plebeian-
under the other. and the procession pro-
ceeded up Chambers street.
General interest Aroused.
All along the route the same recognition
was paid TO their unmistakable royalty
Gaugplanks stretched across the sidewalks,
which any ordinar. person, like Mayor
Gaynor or President Taft. would be expect
ed to hurdle were hastily pulled UP at
| their approach At every crossing the halt
ed traffic formed a lane through which they
PASSED, guarded by tie majesty OF the law
Then a new difficulty arose The mem
bers of the royal party began to exhibit
curiosity, and often delayed the onward
sweep of the cavalcade by hating TO look
/ into shop windows. Just as the company
had got safely over Church street an anx-
ious cry arose It came from Princess
Mile McAleer in somewhat uncourtly YER
nacular, Where's Maggie? Where's me
kid sster?"
! rapidly made enumeration accounted
for only forty-nine Of the original fifty.
CONSERVATION reigned among the prin-
cesses
She's lost" wept one.
"O-o-oh, maybe kidnappers got her, sur
missed another.
'Whatu me mother do 70 me?' sobbed
the practical Princess Mile
''I theed her lookin at thur1 doIIths in
a winder," nsped q royal six-year-old. As
this seemed a natural explanation Of
Maggie's delay, the line of march was hur-
riedly retraced.
The Lost Is Found.
Half way down the first block twenty
voices chorused all at once: There she is!''
And there she stood. sure enough, with her
patrician nose fattened against the window
Of a Childs's restaurant. looking rapturously.
not at dolls. but at a white aproned chef
turning hapjacks From this view she
was dragged reluctant by Sister Mile.
with the onainous threat, Wait till I git
you honei"
It was a party Of Tribune Fresh Air Fund
princesses Just home from Happyland, their
summer palace at Tenafiy. y. J. They
were royal in their health and happiness.
All the world loves g lover. and If seems,
too that all the world loves a band of
happy children At least that is the ex-
perience of the Tribune Fresh Air Fund
children Wherever they go people smile
upon them they pass Trainmen, boat
men. polcemen-an go out of their way to
look out for them, as if they were in truth
of the blood royal
The other day. as she settled down on the
seat of the railway coach that was to
bear her and a hundred others away from
the hot city, little tot gurgled: wasn't he
nice the man in the soldier suit what
carried me TO the train" The man re-
ferred to was a kind hearted attendant at
the Grand Central Station.
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