New Britain herald., 1919-02-04

is even now planning a visit to the United States.
 He is a very clear-eyed, nkable young man. this Prince to whom the London papers are suggesting an American bride. In August, 1914, he was a boy; little too shy, a little too uncertain of himself, little lacking in the gift of making friends. Four years of war have made a man of him, ruddy-cheeked, square-shouldered man whose chin has a habit of looking determined. During the long days in France he learned to be a "good mixer" and the Tonnies admired him. For any one who knows how sparing Tommy Atkins is of his ad- miration, and unerring, this fact is worth more as an index to character than D. $. o. or the Croix de Gusrre.
 Two things will recommend the Prince to the American girl or to any other girl He is not seeking s fortune by marriage, for his own prlVate fortune is up among the millions And he is not a seeker of safe Jobs during & war. He was the hrst officer to volunteer for servjoa--a lew minutes after midnight on August A. 1914, he offered himself to Kitcb. eher- They gave him "eushy' ioh at hrst. They kept him in a traini,g camp, where he gained a reputatie, .s fohg'dlstance marcher.
 Pretty soon, after a few weeks a, thls sort of thing, he appeared sud. denly at the War Office in Londo, You must let me go over" he told Kitchener; T must go" They poi,tea out to him the joy with which for. many would rock if the heir to @,a British crown were made nrisorer They pointed out what Z. bie ad1.r tage such capture would give Ger. many when the peace settlements ar. rived. But they might as we'll have tossed their arguments against 2. stone wall. He eutfaced the War Office. He outfaced his father. And at last they put him on Marshal French's staff
 Bravery Under Fire
 Without any flourish, indeed, with ~AA1@OoS Channel. But here a new difficuItv presented itself. They wouldn't let him get near the firing line. They kept him at headquarters, or sent him on silly errands far to the rear. One night, during the retreat from Mons, he was at mess with some of the other officers, for he had become a second lieutenant. The field telephone rang, and rang again. At each summons a young officer left for duty at the front" The Prince stood it as long as he could, and then with tears in his eyes, sprang to the telephone, cry- ing: Tt isn't fair! It isn't fair! They must let me go!"
 So that was when, reluctantly, they made him a dispatch rider. Except that he drove his own car, for he is an expert motorist and can even mend his own punctures. the Prince was like any other dispatch bearer who eareened through areas where shells frequently fell. His uniform, undis- tinguished from the rest, except by a star on the sleeve, was of ordinary khaki. No royal etiquette marked him out as different. And when once in his dark brown car, with the throttle open, he did not try to pick the safe spots along any road.
 One day, while on observation duty. he got out of the car for a few minutes to examine a trench site. When he returned he found that a shell had demolished the car and killed the officer whom he had left to guard it. That's how far away this Prince kept from the danger zone.
 During his naval training at Os' borne and again when he was an un' dergraduate at Oxford, the Prince showed those democratic tendencies which have since becoD1e so strongly marked. His diffidence kept him from being flail-felow-well-net, but they called him "Sardines" at Osborne anc "Praggcr Wager" or just plain "Wales''--with a rousing thu11p on ti1a back-at Oxford. So it is not surprls ing to find that in the trenches they called him Wales also. or 'P. w.