The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-09-01
Prince Ventures To Mount American Horse For
 Polo Practice

SYOSSETT, Long Island, August 31. A gang of Pesky reporters and news paper photographers that settles on the Prince of Wales somewhat after the manner of bees swarming on a bush every time the royal visitor slows down to a walk have irked the royal happi- ness and once again the heir to the throne of England has asked that he be not disturbed.
 Over in England there may be few girl reporters, but they never intrude upon the privacy of H. R. H. On the two occasions since he arrived in the United States when the Prince has had his attention jerked sharply from whree he put it and focused elsewhere, it has been a girl reporter who did the trick. The Prince likes girls. He always has liked them and when he meets them at an interview his chivalry chokes his choler and the result is that he is dangerously near to letting himself in for siege of interviews the like of which no member of first rate royalty ever before had dreamed. Dodges Photographers
 HI. R. H. motored over to the Russell Grace estate from the James A. Burden home, Sunday morning for few swings. of a polo mallet and to try his luck on an American horse. He wore heavy tan sweated, breeks, riding boots and Panama hat. As the car shot out of a gate leading from the Burden home the photographers and reporters were taken unawares and the Prince was safely by them before they realized that the royal athlete was astir.
 With Major Metcalfe, one of his aides, and Capt. Frank Miller, referee at the Meadows Rock club, Wales put in 90 minutes of hard practice and then entered the Grace home for bath.
 Mir. and Mrs. Grace watched the Princes practice from the sidelines and with a few secret service men were the only spectators. A slight cough seemed to trouble the royal rider, but he played vigorous game and finally peeled his sweater in deference to a regular August sun. He used several
 Unexpected Delays
 There was a private luncheon await ing the Prince at the Burden home and he didn't spend much time. dallying in his tub. Ninety minutes of polo would make anyone hungry and doubt less as his motor approached the Bur- den place H. R. H. was indulging in a little royal anticipation of royal if private meal But there were to be delays.
 Camping at the gates of the Burden masion were photographers, reporters end still more reporters. They had missed Edward going out, but they did not intend to miss him coming in, and they didn't.
 Wales was distinctly unified when he saw the mob of writers swarming toward him for an interview when his car came to halt. Behind them loped picture men. The royal brow wrinkled and there might have been a bit of royal profanity, at which the prince is no amateur, but for the calm ing presence of Miss Grace Robinson who writes feature stories and who isn't at all afraid of princes.
 Miss Robinson walked right up to the prince and asked him if he would play in the international polo matches at Proves Good Sport
 H. R. H. was in no mood to be in : retrieved. If he had lived 400 years agd and felt the way he did. at the modern moment doubtless he would have shouted "off with your heads, and that would have been the end of it But he couldn't do that and there was Miss Robinson smilingly awaiting an answer, so Wales proved himself to be the good sport that he is by saying that he certainly would not participate in the international matches.
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