on Thursday, October
23rd, where crowds were so dense about the station that they overflowed
on to the engine until one could no longer see it for humanity and
little boys. From the engine eager sightseers even scrambled along the
tops of the great steel cars until they became veritable grandstands.

Crowds were in the virile streets, and they were not all Canadians
either. A ferry plies from Windsor to the United States, and America,
which at no time lost an opportunity of coming across the border to see
the Prince, had come across in great numbers. Canadians there were in
Windsor, thousands of them, but quite a fair volume of the cheering had
a United States timbre.

A city with an electric fervour, Windsor. That comes not merely from
the towering profile of Detroit's skyscrapers seen across the river,
but from the spirit of Windsor itself. Detroit is America's
"motoropolis," and from the air of it Windsor will be Canada's
motoropolis of tomorrow. It is already thrusting its way up to the
first line of industrial cities; it is already a centre for the
manufacture of the ubiquitous Ford car and others, and it is learning
and profiting a lot from its American brother.

The Canadian and American populations are, in a sense, interchangeable.
The United States comes across to work in Windsor, and Windsor goes
across to work in America. The ferry, not a very bustling ferry, not
such a good ferry, for example, as that which crosses the English
Thames at Woolwich, carries men and women and carts, and, inevitably,
automobiles between the two cities.

Detroit took a great interest in the Prince. It sent a skirmishing
line of newspapermen up the railway to meet him, and they travelled in
the train with us, and failed, as all pressmen did, to get interviews
with him. We certainly took an interest in Detroit. It was not merely
the sense-capturing profile of Detroit, the sky-scrapers that give such
a sense of soaring zest by day, and look like fairy castles hung in the
air at night, but the quick, vivid spirit of the city that intrigued us.

We went across to visit it the next morning, and found it had the
delight of a new sensation. It is a city with a sparkle. It is a city
where the automobile is a commonplace, and the horse a thing for pause
and comment. It contained a hundred points of novelty for us, from the
whiteness of its buildings, the beauty of its domestic architecture,
the up-to-date advertising of i