San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-09-19

But j was left TO my reveries only
for a short time. There were dozens
of newspapermen to talk with; there
were photos to be posed for; there
was q speech to write for broadcasting
over station 2 LO, the only station,
l believe, operating that night in Eng
land. In my address, which was to DC
delivered to 9,O0O,0 900 people-all Eng.
land listening in-I commented upon
my impressions of that splendid re-
ception in Southampton; the cheerful
and beautiful countryside as we came
up TO London; my happiness finally
to be in England, and, finally, upon
my sincere belief that my visit would
be a happy one and beneficial to me.
I finished writing my talk before
dinner, and after l temporarily had
satisfied the curiosity of the newspa'
per people, don't know where l got
the. time-we had a much delayed
meal. I left my room ten minutes be-
fore time to broadcast at 10 AS, the
station being just around the corner,
and leisurely strolled through the
lobby toward the revolving door and
the court, where we were to get into
our cars.
If it had been earlier I might not
have been surprised that crowd
should be present, for England al
ready had shown she approved of me.
But here, at about 10 80, the court
was sprinkled with friendly spectators.
/ should explain that the entrance to
the Savoy hotel is about 100 feet
back from the Strand and is approach.
cd by long and narrow court, max
ing the lobby quite isolated ordinarily
from the tumultuous street, even
though practically on it.
BESIEGE CAR
1t was this court, in which a great
many people had gathered to wait for
me to come out. When / did they
besieged my car. And then i was in.
troduced to q custom which seems to
have reached its greatest vogue in Eng
land. That was the autograph. Count
less pieces Of paper and books were
pushed before me to sign. Youngsters
and many oldsters as well, with q
good old Tom" on their lips. pressed
pencils into my hand and joshed with
me as l attempted to write.
'"Oh, just one more, Tom, one more
will your" would come the cry from
many, and it was only by standing
up in the car and explaining to then
l had a pressing appointment that
could get them to make way.
After that-I came to expect to be
asked TO sign my name every time
| could manage it. ] wasn't even sur.
prised when many Of the more ardent
ones followed me 10 the broadcasting
station and wsited outside until al.
most midnight for me 10 come out.
was tired and l tried to slip away
by side door, but some of the more
wary saw me and soon / again was
surrounded. o.. 49,
PROwL LONDON
Finally i got back to the hotel. II
was late, and l was tired, but the
little / had seen of London had i'm
pressed me so much | hungered for
more. So, quietly, Mrs. Mix. Thorn
ssina, Mrs. Forde, and /, slipped away
in taXicab for midnight prowl
There was little to be seen then. The
streets were deserted, the night was
black and we had only a taIicah
driver TO direct US. But despite all
this VIC felt the significance and
scnsed the poWtr Of aged, historic
London. We stopped for n moment to
look, through the darkness, at the
great outline Of Buckingham Palace
we took a turn through the beautiful
expsnse of Hyde Park. and caught a
glimpse of st. Jamos's Palace, the
official home Of the Prince of Wales