The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1924-08-07


obtain invitations to luncheons, din
ners, ETC., in his honor.
Not that Washingtonians don't like
the prince. They do. But most of
them also like food. And from exper-
fence during the princes visit to Wash
ington a few years ago it was found
that lunching with a prince has serious
handicaps.
During the princes sojourn in Wash
ington, select group of Fl "represen-
tative" Americans, most of them from
official and ultra fashionable circles,
were asked to private luncheon at
the town house of Perry Belmont,
where Wales had taken up his resi-
dence.
The royal scion proved most charm
ing fellow. He knew off-hand the per-
sonal interests and connections of such
of his guests, and conversed intimate
ly and at length with each. Meanwhile,
luncheon waited and appetites grew
When the party finally was ushered in
to the dining room, the thing upper
most in the minds of most of those
present was food; food substantial
and plentiful!
Alas! however, for such fond hopes.
Even in democratic America, it de-
veloped, royalty must be served and
served first.
And if he doesn't happen to have
much appetite, then his guests mustn't
have much appetite, either.
Perhaps, the prince had breakfasted
late that morning. Perhaps he's
light eater. Anyway, the prince got
his first and did not wait on ceremony
to satisfy such appetite as he had.
Before the guests at the foot of the
table had much more than licked their
chops in anticipation of the delicacies
to come, His Royal Highness had finish
ed.
And, having finished, he apparently
sensed no reason why he should re-
main at table until other more pie
beian and voracious appetites had
been appeased Without excuse or
apology, therefore, he lighted cigar
ct, pushed back his chair and with
drew.
What to do, in such a crisis? The
guests looked at each other hesitating-
ly, inquisitatively.
Someone who thought he knew the
royal regulations, pushed back his plate
and his chair and followed.
Doubtless that was the thing to do,
so it was done. But ali! how reluctant
ly!
With longing, lingering looks at
the scarcely touched food they had
just begun to enjoy, the whole party
surrendered it's American independence
and trooped out in the wake of Albert
Edward etcetera.
As an occasion of distinction in the
lives of the commoners present, it was
an event to be remembered. But as
q luncheon, either royal of otherwise,
it was privately and emphatically
branded as a frost"
Diplomatic immunity is one of the
most priced perquisites of foreign Off
cialdom in Washington.
It's chief value, in the eyes of the
ordinary citizens of the capital, is that
it enables those to whom it is extend
ed to bring in, free alike from customs
duties and prohibition interference,
pure and potable alcoholic beverages.
But to the diplomat and their famil-
les that is merely incidental
One diplomatic dowager who parked
her car by fire plug the other day
defed the protesting policeman who
accosted her. She was not diplomatic
in her language, but she was immune
from arrest. She did not move the
car.
Had she been speeding at 80 miles
an hour, she could also have given the
officer the "haw-haw."
Andy Mellon, on his vacation trip
aboard, is spending more time at the
National Gallery of Art in London
than he is at the Bank of England.