The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-08-24
therefore become one of the magic court

therefore become one of the magic cour circle.
 At the night clubs the dancing con tinues as long as the prince remains despite all police regulations. And i Miss Dowsley happens to have dropped into the club for supper, she may fint the prince landing before her, saying
 Remember me? How about a little turn? I'd like it awfully, you knowi'
 An hour before the daughter of com. moners was curtseying to her kings Son and trembling. Now she laughs merrily with shy Eddie Windsor, who bows gallantly to her and says, "It's awfully good of you, you know!" He means this, too, for despite the glad things people like to say and think, His Royal Highness wears no dancing medals.
 It may be that the little roadster that slips so swiftly through the Lon- don nights will go along weaving the kind of stories that England likes to tell about this fellow, Renfrew.
 With Earl Haig and some. other not ables, the Prince of Wales, as represen- tative of his father, last summer at- tended the unveiling of a Middlesex memorial. Returning, the prince had his car turned off the main road and took the wheel himself for a good. run into town.
 Ancient Hamlet Wonders
 The princes route took him through Readlett, a hamlet of tubledown cot tages still showing the marks left by foraging parties of Cromwellians. The villagers stared dully at the upper class car that sped through the town, little dreaming that the young man at the wheel was their future ruler. At the edge of the village between two daisy fields a little girl arms filled with the blossoms she had gathered, scamp cred to the side of the road and watched the approaching car, wide-eyed and wistful.
 The prince ground in his brakes. He motioned the urchin to come to the car. but she shrank back. He got out. Wont you give me flower?" he asked.
 T mustn't, sir,' the chiM replied. '"They are for my party"
 "Oh /! we are having party, are we? And what kind of party is it?"
 Its my birthday party, sir," the child explained. I'm seven years old today, am, and I'm going to have q party at my house."
 Well, then, just one flower in hon. or of your birthday insisted the prince. "See, I'll buy it from you !''
 The child looked at the coin hun kTily, but stubbornly shook her head. ''I couldn't sell one. sir. But if you'll come to my party I'll give you one"
 The prince was not No be bested. z That's a bargain !" he exclaimed. He set her down in front of her house and assured her he would be on hand 1 she'd persuade mother and father 70 keep the party going "a little bit ate" so he could get there.
 The Child Was Waiting
 There was an early function that | 'vening, and by nine o'clock the road | ter was headed north toward Readlett | No one expected the stranger would | Ieep his promise, except the little girl |
 Before 10 o'clock the stranger, with | compainion-who was Wing Com nander Louis Creig, boon friend and I he comptroller of the household of the | Duke of York-stood at the cottage loor. The child herself ran to let them n. Proudly she guided the one to whom 'he had. promised daisy into the center of the parlor and displayed him Q her birthday guests, youngsters and heir elders.
 Names weren't called for. The older olks made the strangers feel at home. The older sister giggled at the young nan in such wonderful evening clothes nd their mothers and fathers said audi. ly that he would be a very nice young lan. The strangers declared the punch II he best they'd ever tasted. They mar elled at the skill of the older sisters t the real old fashioned waltz. The ounger of the two strangers was es- ecially attentive to the little birthady