The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-11
Lloyd George Is
 Regular Fellow lWhen" Back HOme''

f Prime Minister of Great Britain, un- i Crowned King of Wales, powerfulest ! Politician in Europe, then the best thing to do is to seek him in his own native village. It is there you get aim in the. proper perspective. ,,- .'Why, what eyer! If it is not hat MT, str anger, indeed! But you are noS looking well? That London air IS pao for all am told: She And ia IsI hgT indeed? i5 @ And your sons? I have just been tell ing my boys that if they do not do 5heir Prios lgSIonz Mioisters xhef of England!" M
 Such is the greeting, hurled in hu- ent but cordial Welsh, to the Prime Minister when he calls on d cot kager's wife in Wales
 He's Just Old Friend. He may convulse British politics, he may shake empires, but when he arriyes at Criccieth he is just their old friend, David. They like the man who grew up with them; m 1act; Ihey aespect and certainly no awe or hlrn- What he has done is nothing more than any son of Criccieth should and
 In fact. it is part of their self-ap- bointed duty to prevent him becom- ing swollen-headed and vainglorlous' Et is their privilege to keep him in his place. And affection cannot be al bowed to butt in.
 three of along to his old Sunday school. We were to bear the school superintendent's address. The PTlmS S Minister wished us to understano the real secret of the greatness or Wales. ,, 44b hts kA ,distrait His Government had been almost split asunder; he was the Victim of plots and intrigues. Half dozen sections were attempting to drive him out of the Premiership; Anything that gave him a. sense aH or relief was d benefit Tn every way
 Parable for Premier.
 And so the school superintendent lave out his text. It was from St. Mark XII; l-3: ''The Parable Of the Wicked Husbandman." ,-,,, '..This is the heir. Come, let us Kill him and the inheritance shall De ours. And they took him and killed Ba5mrd and cast him out o' sns .- even in those days" was the com nent of the Premier, with some what sickly smile; And he stayed
 But the school superintendent meant it all for the best Anything Approaching the besetting sin or vanity was entirely contrary to hls Yet, despite these occasional re- buffs. the Prime Minister of England a enioys himself better at Cricc1eth than anywhere else So does his vie sIn fact, she is in the highest eiement of bliss Here she is the farmer daughter over again - capable. su- preme and confident.
 When He Digs Potatoes.
 And when one reads the stories o1 IJoyd George digging potato furrows in the garden for relaxatlon IL x really falsehood What mas nap him q job that she considers really useful although she admits that ne ne is little good at it. In 1act' once II; n' finite labor she usually comes along and does the work all over again.
 Brought up in a little four-roone dc (Sr1cc1 walls built of huge stones laoor1ousL al carried from the seashore-Iloy' George now lives in the swaggerest Iookin4 house near the village. appearance it lacks all elab ant N resembles the country home that an an American business man with $lo'oo to spare would be likely to erect 10 But the house possesses a wonder T ful outlook The sun shines on all day, and from any one of us 1ou @ sides there is a clear and wonderIu @ Uninterrupted view of fifty miles IT I'll Premier can look right out across tn Irish Sea; he can view the anc1er towers of his beloved CarnaIVon Cas 1 tie; from the porch he can see see th Snowden. At his feet lie the v1llag and inc bay When one has see < his home it is possible to vlsuatlae ha 't n interprets everything in terms Of tn rugged mountains the surslns sea all the beautiful woodlands
 Scenery Index to Character.
 And this scenery is an index to h. cbarac+er A man who comes of race who have earned scanty nVln on the sea and have literally scratch ed existence out of soil mainly con s nosed Of rocks fears little either the shape of personalities or oiiiNcu For relaxation, when not discuss ing-in weIsh-local affairs with n village mates, Lloyd George has eltf a CT fishing or the crazy Criccieth link He Is not a very good fisherman; though he scenes to get all the plea s ure in the world out of It. But certainly passes a lot of time on u beach digging out what are know s ss ..razor-ffsh.'' an ugly species of Il shell variety which he pretends to edible in the highest degree
 4E+ Stiil the links are his greatest Jo And nobody has ever seen or hea1 of golf links like those of Cricciet TO the uninitiated observer they see to be built around the tops or thr fair-sized mountains. with stark, u inviting sides of limestone and sIa1 Incidentally, they are intersected ' tiny farms, and consequently the is need for artificial nunkers' D cause every fifty yards one runs Tn a stone fence about twelve feet his Eighteenth Hole is Pride.
 But the eighteenth hole is | pride of the locality One drives the top of a steep hill: at the hC tom of the hill is a sunken cat
 ly sfoping downward: after that the IS a more pronounced slope iowa tan enormous pigstye And woe | tide the man who drives either long or too shortt
 But Lloyd George thinks them fnest links in the world. He wal Braid. Nardon and Ray all to col - and give him their candid opinion them. because he fears no crit1cls I'D On the hills he is half-feno
 well-Inet to all the world and in |
 wonderful air on the hilltops both
 health and spirits seem visibly to i N prove
 And when he is not slicing
 drive or missing easy putt it is mos possible to imagine that he d. not care whether he is ever Pri
 Minister again or not.