The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-02-07

JOuIIlSy ONSI tllS WIN, JullSl
1t was a hundred miles t,
ma in Tanganyika, East
Africa, and an additional
$50 miles by railway to the
coast.
King Georges condition was
alarming. Pleurisy had set in and
anything might happen.
The cable had been signed by
the Prime Minister, but it had
been left for the Prince himself
to decide whether or not he should
return.
All that night the reflection OK
great fires along the track shone
through the windows of the
Princes stateroom, and time and
again he was awakened by the
shouting of groups of natives. The
next morning he asked the gov
eminent interpreter what it was
they had called out.
TINE official hesitated and then
Il answered: THE grapevine
telegraph has passed the word
that the old King was dead. They
were cheering the new King
sir"
The Prince made no comment.
Possibly at this moment he might
actually be the new King.
With his second brother, the
Duke of Gloucester, he had left
Victoria Station in London on
Sept. 6.
On a sandy space in the center
of an East African native quarter,
under giant mango trees, with
acetylene torches stuck in the
ground to furnish the weird light,
hundreds of half naked natives
were to take part in a wild bar
barrie dance for him.
Their black bodies glistening in
the Pickering light like polished
ebony. they swayed to the pas
sionate rhythm of the Uganda
drums.
TTERE was the tabled big game
i l. country of East Africa. There
was no end of crocodiles, hippos,
buffalos and elephants.
Trailing one great bull elephant
for 20 miles the Prince got shot
in, and a pair of 65-pound ivory
tusks was his reward. Soon he
had his second elephant.
Some days later after returning
to Nairobi and then starting out
into new country, his car broke
down and while it was being re-
paired he went after lions.
A splendid male was located
lust after it had killed a deer.
The Prince fired, woundir4g the
animal in the side. Roaring, the
lion charged.
The Prince pumped in two more
shots, one in the throat and one
in the chest, bringing down the
animal few feet from where he
stood.
On Nov. "a, the Prince plunged
again into the wilds. That day
the King, thousands of miles
away, was thought to be dying.
1t was then that alarming word
was brought to his eldest son, and
he had hurried at once to the
lonely station of Dodoma and
that night started on his long
journey home.
The morning he reached the
coast and boarded H. M. S. Enter
prise he received wireless from
London with even more alarming
news.
THE Queen was awaiting him
i at the top of the grand stair
way, when at last he reached
home. She took this eldest son of
hers in her arms and kissed him.
He asked one or two questions
about his father, and then in the
hall he talked for minute with
the two physicians. A moment lat
er, alone except for his mother,
he entered the bedroom of the
stricken King.
I'm glad to see you, father"
he said in brave voice.
I'm glad to see you, David"
the King whispered.
A wan smile spread over the
bearded face of the gentle King.
Did you kill any lions, David?"
he questioned.
The Prince laughed: "One big
one, father he answered. I'm
going to give you the skin"
Thanks, my boy, the King
whispered.
Tt was not King meeting q
Prince; it was father welcoming
home his dearly beloved son.
All this was to have an inpor-