The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1918-03-12
the German Emperor.
 A Royal Encounter

the German emperor.
 A Royal Encounter
 One memorable experience was that of hearing him strike a resounding blow upon the face of his brother in-law, Prince Leopold of Prussia. This Prince had married the Kaiser's sister, and was typical Prussian Junker-brutal, drunken, and violent in his passion. He was the father of the Prince Friedrich Karl, the Ger man aviator prince who afterwards was wounded in an air fight on the Western front, and died a prisoner of war in the care of the Australian forces
 This Prince was also a pupil of mine, as was his brother. Prince Sig ismund. Thrice a week I used to travel to Prince Leopo1d's Palace, the Jagd Schloss Gluenecke, at Neue Bab- elsberg, four or five miles from Pots dam to give them instruction. On one of my visits to this schloss I stood chatting in the princes reception room with Prince Friedrich Karl and Prince Oscar; Prince Sigismund was also present, I remember. Suddenly, from the next room, there rose the sound of loud, con- tenuous voices; the loudest was cas- fly identifiable as that of the Kaiser himself.
 I noted the disturbed countenance of the Princes, and we were about to move into some other apartment, when the dispute ended by an unmis- takable sound, the sound of heavy blow with the, open hand, delivered upon unprotected skin.
 Prince Oscar dashed to the door and entered the room where the quar- rel was taking place; the other Princes stood stiffly at attention. Neither of them glanced at me. Pres ently Prince Oscar returned, and with an elaborate air of unconcern.
 'It is all over" he said, stolidly. It was nothing. Papa has just boxed Uncle Leopold's ears; that is all"
 The incident leaked out later, and was the gossip of Berlin. | At the Potsdamer Sch1oss, big, ugly palace near the Potsdam railway station, and adjoining the bachelor establishment of Kabinettshaus where I resided with the young Prince, I could see all sorts of mo- liabilities coming and going. The Kaiser had his business office there and also a great room where the Kriegspiel (the game of mimic war fare in which most Germans take de light) went on from month to month
 For the sake of clearness I would like to say that this Potsdam Schloss must not be confused with the Der lin Schloss, the Kaiser's official pal ace in the capital, nor with the Neues Palais which is a magnificent palace three kilometers distant from Pots dam.
 Above this hall of the Kriegspie was a room of corresponding dimen sions which was fitted as a gymnasi um, and here the Princes used yer! often to take their lessons from me saw the notable folk coming and go ing from the Kriegspiel room withou paying much attention, until my no tice was directed to what was go ing on there by a chance converse , tion with another of my pupils; , Count Baudessin.
 Playing at Invasion This Graf Baudessin. I understand 
 I piel; he was clever at great man | things, and an enthusiast at sport e He excused himself from an appoint ment he had made with me for g. les = son on the ground that he was unde }. orders to take part in the Kriegspie U with the Kaiser.
 CT am heartily sick of it, he grum II bled. We have been two months a s it now, and again it has been prove s utterly impossible. Yet the Empero U persists in continuing with his gam IL of landing an army in EnglanG.'' . It was only natural, when I learr ed that this was the game they wer
 at, that I should take a new interes in the gentlemen who were strivin to solve so interesting a problem.
 Among all sorts of lesser notabili ties, Generals Falkenhayn, MackeT sen. Moltke and Bernhardi certainl
 played part. I do not think tht
 either Hindenburg or Ludendor
 participated; I cannot remember hav
 ing heard their names while I was
 Germany. - I received a more open hint
 what was to come one day when
 was in the middle of a boxing po1
 with Prince Oscar. It came from u
 lips of the Crown Prince himself, bl
 I was then so indifferent that I cho.
 to turn it into a joke.
 We were in the middle of a thre,
 round bout when the Crown Primo
 strolled in, as he often did, with a
 unit cigarette Hopping between h
 lips, and his face white and drawn |
 the hectic proceedings of the .previol
 night. He looked on with his custon
 ary air of bored indifference, bl
 when we stopped for spell he at
 dressed himself to me.
 The time was 1911, when all Ge
 many was at fever pitch over the A;
 adir incident.
 You oughtn't to be here. Slim,'' I
 drawled. "You ought to be about ge
 ting your passport. For all you kno7
 we shall be at war with England
 forty-eight hours"
 I thought he was joking; that so lof thing was as near a joke as u