had followed him all over Canada. He drove into the College,
not to the stirring strains of "Oh, Canada," but to the syncopated lilt
of "Johnny's in Town."
The Prince was not altogether out of the youthful gaiety of the scene,
for after the lunch, where the students had scrambled for souvenirs, a
piece of sugar from his coffee cup, a stick of celery from his plate,
even a piece of his pie, he made all these dashing young women gather
about him in the group that was to make the commemorative photo, and a
very jolly, laughing group it was.
And when he was about to leave, and in answer to a massed feminine
chorus, this time chanting:
"We--want--a--holiday."
He called out cheerfully:
"All right. I'll fix that holiday." And he did.
IV
The whole of these days were filled with flittings hither and thither
on the Grand Trunk line (the passage of the Prince being smoothly
manipulated by another of Canada's fine railway men, and a genius in
good fellowship, Mr. H. R. Charlton), as the Prince called at the
pretty and vigorous towns on the tongue of Ontario that stretches
between Lake Huron and Lake Erie to the American border.
Stratford, with something of the comely grace of Shakespeare's town in
its avenues of neat homes and fine trees, gave him as warm a reception
as anywhere in Canada on the evening of October 21st. On Wednesday,
October 22nd, the same hearty welcome was extended by those singularly
English towns, Woodstock and Chatham.
On the afternoon of the same day London gave him a mass welcome mainly
of children in its big central park. London, Ontario, is an echo of
London, Thames. It has its Blackfriars and Regent Street, its
Piccadilly and St. James'. It is industrial and crowded, as the
English London is. Its public reception to the Prince was remarkable.
It had managed it rather well. It had stated that all who wished to be
present must apply for tickets of admission. Thousands did, and they
passed before the Prince in a motley and genial crowd of top hats and
gingham skirts, striped sweaters and satin charmeuse. But though they
came in thousands, the numbers of ticket-holders were ultimately
exhausted. When the last one had passed, the Prince looked at his
wrist watch. There was half an hour to spare before the reception was
due to close. He told those about him to open the doors of the
building and let the unticketed public in.
From London the Grand Trunk carried us to Windsor
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