The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1919-09-04
PRINCE OF WALES
REGULAR FELLOW
DETESTS BEING CENTER OF
FUNCTION
Wanted to See Fight
British Officers Had Their Hands Full
Keeping Him Out of
Danger.
Wanted to See Fight

about from country house to city
house. Those who have really arrived
in society will fight over him like
dogs over bone, and the climbers
will be yapping on the outside, ready
to dash in and get away with the
prize. And the Prince of Wales is just
as fond of all that as he is of falling
off horse.
And between times he will have to
listen to orators crate and when they
run completely out of platitudes he
will be forced to make one of the
brief and modest little addresses he
does so well and which he loathes so
bitterly. And he will be accompanied
by ornate and elegant officers who
will be publicly referred to as mem
bers of his suite, but who are in fact,
his keepers. And he will not be able
get away from them. And if he
does get away from them they will
talk to him upon his return as though
the entire British Empire is falling
down because of his fault. And he
will know better, but can't talk back.
Friends Like the Prince.
Pity the poor Prince Of Wales!
Those who know the youngster like
him. More than that. They have a
real respect for him. He is outwardly
quiet, nice looking, blondish boy
who would not be noticed in a crowd.
Inwardly he is different, but with
plenty of spirit-if you get what l
mean. He abominates functions and
he loathes the formal dinner parties
he is forced to attend, and his soul
writhes within him when he is forced
to make a speech, and he wants more
than anything else to be treated like
a regular fellow and not like prince.
But he never gets that sort of treat
ment.
aren't you the Prince of Wales?"
he was asked by bright Subaltern
during an incognito visit to a camp.
"Aw-forget it, said the Prince of
Wales.
. That may sound apocryphal, but it
is not at all. One night in Paris
was wandering down the rue de
Valos, looking for the famous old
restaurant, the Boeut a la Mode, when
I passed a pair of youngsters in the
uniform of the British army. They
were giggling as boys 'will-even if
they are soldiers and princes-as they
hurried on. A moment later an ell
derly. British officer painted along.
do not know that he was chasing the
prince and if he was I do not know
whether he caught him, but the next
morning I heard some gossip:
Reproof for the Prince.
''The prince beat it last night"
said my informant. "Got clear away.
Didn't come back until after mid
night. They are raising heck with
him now"
That afternoon there was some
sort of formal function and at the
head of the formal line in the formal
room stood the blond kid had seen
the previous night in the rue de
Valos. And if there ever was bored
prince he was it. Later he. made
nice little speech and everyone shook
hands with him and he smiled nicely
and every one went away giving
three cheers for the young heir. And
he probably made the comment after
it was over that he is known to have
made on a similar OCCASION:
"Rot, what?"
He was a problem, no less, to the
British G. H. @. It was thought best
that he live with the army. Queen
Mary didn't think that way at all at
the beginning of the war. She said
that he could not 60, and the prince
is said to have been just as sulky and
unfilial as any other kid of his age
would have been under similar cir
cumstances.
Ran Away From School.
Once he ran away from the school
in which he had been immured and
got to London. He made personal
appeal to Lord Kitchener and was
turned down by that parsonage. And
there was never anything vague
about a Kitchener rundown. The
recipient always knew just what the
secretary for war meant But the
prince stuck to his guns. Eventually
he had his way-which is perhaps
the only time that Queen Mary has
been overruled since the days of Will
liam the Conqueror.
Once in the army he was-as has
boon eoi5-tbo very dickens Of . nrob