Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1936-01-26
Edward VIII-The Bachelor King
Name of Prince and Many Vivacious Women Linked in
Marriage Rumors.
ny MICHEL MOK.

I Wales, at Z dance In MS
~ honor, walked up to stun
ming red-head, asked her for . fox.
trot. The moment the music ceased.
an equarry sided up to him, whispered
that some brass hats wife had just
informed him the girl worked in q
drug store.
Lord" exclaimed Wales. s"What .
drug store that must bel"
And he went right on dancing with
the luscious red-head.
There you have his attitude toward
women. He is extremely fond Of
pretty girls. he Is susceptible to beauty.
charm and spirit, and he doesn't care
one boot who knows 1t. At least, he
didn't care = boot before he became
King Edward VIII Of England.
Early in life the heir to the throne
discovered that feminine allure was
not confined to royalty or the British
peerage. As he grew older. more dis
eliminating, he learned something
else: That the qualities of glamour.
poise. spontaneity, vivaciousness he
began to look for In women were often
woefully lacking in girls Of royal or
high noble birth, but were no rarities
among actresses. dancers, follies girls,
night club entertainers.
Likes Clever Girls.
And so the prince began to cultivate
young ladies of the stage. His friends
say that, best Of all, he likes girls Of
the clever, nervous type-the Ger
trude Lawrence type. In fact, he's
very fond of Gertrude Lawrence, or
was before the British musical comedy
actress began to show preference for
movie crown prince in the person
Of young Douglas Fairbanks.
Another great favorite was Beatrice
Lille LADY PeeD. the comedienne.
Fifteen times H. r. H. went to see
her do that uproarious March With
Me" number in Charlot's Revue-a
skit, mind you. in which Miss Lille
dresses as Burlesque Britannia.
This caused a lot of tea and cocktail
chatter. Finally, reporters were sent
to Wales to ask him point blank about
the Lille friendship
Wales smiled that irresistible.
crooked smile of his.
Love her?" he repeated a news
paper mans question. "Of course I
love her!"
This was the story of the century.
In nervous whispers. the boys began
asking each other about the location
of telephones.
"Just moment. please" said the
prince. II love her because she re-
minds me so much of my grand
mother-Queen Alexandra"
Admirations No Secret.
There we're many other London and
New York stage stars whom Wales
admired, and mode no secret of
admiring-the Dolly sisters zone of
whom has pronounced him the best
ball room dancer OF the STACEY, Adele
Astaire before she became Lady Cav
endish), Tallulah Bankhead, Corinne
Griffith, the movie actress. His latest
flame is said to have been Hilda
Moreno, torried Spanish dancer, whom
he met in London night club.
All these lovely women. though of
vastly different types. had several
things In common-glamour. poise.
spontaneity. vivaciousness. But the
prince Is not given to using many
words. especially not long words. Each
one he described to his male init
mates in the one wcrd-"snappy."
There are, however. plenty of snappy
girls of the stage. as well as on
and Wales never experienced the
slightest difhculty in finding them.
Until shortly before King Georges
death no London hostess in her right
senses gave an affair in honor of
the prince without inviting, as mat
ter of course, the beautiful Mrs. Ernest
L. Simpson. the former Wallis War
field of Baltimore.
In recent months the Wales Wallis
friendship threatened to be disrupted
by a rather unpleasant whispering
campaign. Some hack with an eye
to quick profits wrote a pamphlet
entitled What Charmed the Prince"
Inc tnlng nad tremendous sale IN
London.
Advised Honeyish Drawl.
It contained much advice to charm
ers anxious to make q hit with
Wales. Take 1t easy" 1t said. BE
languid. Save up your strength for
the concentration moments when the
man Is around" It counseled the
girls to TASK questions hesitatingly.
girlishly, charmingly." The NEST i'm
portant point. the booklet stressed.
was the acquisition of "a honeyish
Baltimore drawl."
That phrase did the trick. Mayfair
buzzed. Mayfair was sure Mrs. Simp-
son was the author. Things came
to such a pass that newspapers sent
their bright young men to interview
her about it. They never saw her.
Instead, they were received by her
infuriated husband, who snapped:
"Of course she didn't write it. How
could she! What stupidity"
The world at large first became