The Greeneville daily sun. (Greeneville, Tenn.) 1918-1920, 1919-11-25

guards all the war, first when as a
brigade they went over the top at
Loos, under Lord Cavan, and after.
ward as a division under General
Fielding, they bore the brunt of ev.
cry famous battle in the British war
in France and Flanders.
Edward Pip"-he signs himself
Edward P" the "P" standing for
prince, and this "P" was at once mill
tarized into the telephone clarity pro-
nunciation. "Pip"-Edward Pip had
his car blown off the road by shell,
near Loos, but such is no criterion at
all of his life as an officer. He was
always in and out of the line, some
times on intelligence work, for which
he got his Military Cross, and spent
no happier nights than in his own
battalion mess.
Didn't Like Headquarters.
He loathed having to join Sir Doug
las Haig's headquarters staff and took
his first opportunity to quit it when
his old commander, Lord Cavan, has
tened off to Italy, after Caporetto, in
command of the Fourteenth British
Corps. have several vivid memories
of the prince in Italy. - \
A lovely Lombardy evening at the
hamlet of Lugo, out from Vicenza
and at the foot of the Asiago plateau
We are having a drink---a real wet
drink--when in comes a dusty trav-
eler-" leave bird" - from England
home and beauty. The dusty one
Aops into settee, puts his legs on
the mantel-piece, and opines: "For
the love Of Mike, give me a Scotch
and soda. I've had three weeks act.
ing for the films, and I'm about fed
up"
The dusty one had been officially
visiting his principahty of Wales.
The scene changes, to a bright and
brilliant restaurant. Cova's of Milan
my favorite in all Europe. Slim, ele.
giant and olive-skinned signorinas Goa
gently over Perrier-Souet--it makes
you thirsty to write it--while dark
and dashing cavaliers in gray gestic.
ulate and roll their eyes. Over there
the first violinist, in red coat, is play
ing something ITO the table" Enters
n fair, boyish officer in khaki. Peo-
pie turn, see his two rows of ribbons
and wonder who he is.
"Ecco una tavoIa. il principle"
growls the maitre d'hotel.
Damn" calculates the fair. boy.
ish officer in khaki, and turning on
his heel. quits the room
Hates Kowtowing.
He had wanted to go unrecOgniae3
and anyway hates kowtowing.
And then little ,ater, | see him
step forward in box at the Con.
stanaza, Rome, and makes an i'm.
promptu speech in Italian, though
he'd only been a few weeks in the
country. The Roman women follow
ed him around in hundreds. as you
say, "fell for him." not singly, but in
swarms. Pm not at all sure that one
of this young mans chief worries in
the future will not be the likelihood
of his becoming, by force majeure,
the first Woman's King in history.
That would be terrible. Think
it over.
Now the war has gone and
we see young man hardened by con-
tact with life, etfervescing with good
spirits, of an inexhaustible physical
energy, and capable of adapting him
self to Pope and tramp at a mo-
ment's notice And only a seventh
part Tuetonic, and a mass of Eng
lishmen must be as much, could they
trace their pedigrees A young man
of great personal charm, of consid-
cradle self-possession and, above all,
intelligent.
When he visits a sick person in
hospital-where would royalty be in