The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-09-08
Broken Skylights And Royal Snubs Betray Secret or Wales'P Popularity
Royal Peacemaking Added To Lot Of Princes
 Achievements
fCopyright 1924 United States, Canada and Great Britain by the North American Newspaper Alliance.)
 Vpx, EV EANORE BROWNE

(Copyright 1924 United States, Canaaa
 and Great Britain by the North
 American Newspaper Alliance
 By ELEANORE BROWNE
 Since kings are effete ana it's con sidered hard luck to be a prince, just why is the Prince of Wales?
 He's bright young man, most peo- ple agree as he continues to drop into America for mullins and tea, but on the other hand he's mere royal scion who'd have to start in as office boy if he had to hunt job.
 Why, then, is this young Prince ot Great Britain and Ireland, Lord of the Isles, Great Steward of Scotland, Duke of Cornwall and Rothesay, Earl of Garrick and Chester, and Baron of Renfrew so popular in his own right throughout the British Empire? Why is he
 'The Wee Laddie Boy" in Edin- burgh, where they still maintain that his forefathers played mean trick on the Stewards?
 And "Macushla Bairn" in Dublin, where his fathers Black and Tans are still a plague of memory?
 Or "Dywysog," which is to say, Little Son." in Wales, where they vote the Labour ticket straight?
 And "Rahan." which would be the first born's cradle name, in India!
 Some Good Reasons
 In truth there are some good reasons why the. future subjects of this heir to the British throne should look upon their prince as many another prince. He takes a stubborn notion, once in while, to let the people know all about l. s- To rnN1h a dowager or an Earl, or ignore pomp- ous lord mayor, as austerely as the most oppressive of his ancestors. He can lose his temper over such little things as a commoner's forgetfulness to put on gloves before touching the royal hand and he can remind that protector of the common people, the prime minister, that prime ministers are what they are and possibly can't help it but that he is Edward Albert Patrick David, prince by birth and disposition, and whoever doesn't like it may go where blazes are.
 The Prince once came to Leeds, Eng land. The sturdy people of Leeds are factory folk who acknowledge no au- tocracy but that of the factory whistle. When their candidates for parliament are short of language they hold up their hands and the pair with the maj ority of calouses fringing the palms is the pair that goes up to London to show the "nobs" what sort of laws to make. There's an aversion to "nobs" at Leeds.
 Yet the 12 o'clock whistles blew at o'clock one morning and the factory gates poured out q quarter of a mil lion of their young and old, holiday clothes shorn of jumpers and aprons. Bunting waved from second stories and motor cars crowded with laughing maidens or factory foremen suddenly become dignitaries with badges on rushed no place and back through the age old streets.
 The quarter of a million massed in the depot square and flowed away through the canyons of converging streets. H. R. H. Prince of Wales was arriving by special train at ten fifteen to spend three hours in His Majesty's Loyal City and receive the fealty of the Lord Mayor, convey the greetings of his father to the Worship tfuls of the sGuildhall, and inspect the wards at the hospital where ex-soldiers were still uncured of war wounds. Comes To Leeds.
 When the royal train arrived at ten fifteen sharp, the crowds became a sea of waving handkerchiefs. The royal carpet was placed just right. There's an old engineer of royal trains that wouldn't. die content unless assured in advance that his epitaph will record that he never failed to stop his train with the steps squarely over the royal carpet.
 It was by no means Eddie Windsor who stepped down into the hollow square of Gentleman in Attendance. It was, if you please, His Royal High ness, son of his august father. There's magic in the royal red carpet. It trans forms Edward, invariably, into a grim descendant of the Black Prince.
 And his feet were no more than firmly planted on the red carpet, that morning in Leeds, than trouble began. The Lord Mayor had never received his Kings son before. Doubtless he had been chosen for his office because of known antipathy of anything having to do with kings. But, just the same, he had put onto his committee nearly all his cronies and, although the time allowed for the Lord Mayors greeting was limited to three minutes he persisted in presenting, formally each of his friends. Among them were some excellent personages of indu trial importance and some wives locally dis. tinguished for their charm. Edward would have enjoyed talking to them about the movies or their gardens. But the Prince of Walse is not q person to whom presentations may be made with out conference with the Lord Chamber. lain. Clouds gathered around his eyes There was hush when he ignored a new bow from the hips and new name and marched on, leaving His Worship stuttering.
 Matters Grow Worse.
 It was a bad beginning that grew worse. At the hotel, where the Guild CTS gathered to present him the City Keys and other honors, the local DO lice had proven inadequate and His Royal Highness was almost jostled by the wildly cheering mass. The clouds in his face darkened. The chief Guild CT wondered what had happened to hin when, after his eloquent welcome, Ed ward dismissed him curtly. Harried equerries rushed ahead tC the next stopping place, the hospital to warn the women of the Reception Committee there that nothing must gC wrong with them. There was more oi the crowd, this time mostly young mer and women, in the hospital street Word had spread, in some unfathom able way, that H. R. II. was grumpy The spirits of the crowd dropped. P W. stared straight ahead when his car drew up. unheeding even a cheery cry in girls voice:
 "What's the trouble boy? If they're not treating you right I'll tell my young man!"
 The Honorable Chairman was ac knowledged cOldly. His Highness walk ed ahead, into the wards of the hos.