n regulations of the
American police to get "just one look at him."

Outside the station there was a vast crowd of American men and women
who had braved the downpour to give the Prince a welcome of that
peculiarly generous quality which we quickly learnt was the natural
expression of the American feeling towards guests.

I was told, too, that crowds along the streets caught up that very
cheerful greeting, so that all through his ride along the beautiful
streets to the Belmont House in New Hampshire Avenue, which was to be
his home in Washington, the Prince was made aware of the hospitality
extended to him.

But of this fact I can only speak from hearsay. The Press
Correspondents were unable to follow His Royal Highness through the
city. We were told that a car was to be placed at our disposal, as one
had been elsewhere, and we were asked to wait our turn. Wait we
certainly did, until the last junior attache had been served. By that
time, however, His Royal Highness had outdistanced us, for, without a
car and without being able to join the procession at an early interval,
we lost touch with happenings.

By the time we were able to get on to the route the streets were
deserted; all we could do was to admire through the rain the
architecture of one of the most beautiful cities of the world.

Apart from the rain on the first day, there was another factor which
handicapped Washington in its welcome to the Prince--the warmth of
which could not be doubted when it had opportunity for adequate
expression. This was the fact that no program of his doings was
published. For some reason which I do not pretend to understand, the
time-table of his comings and goings about the city was not issued to
the Press, so that the people of Washington had but vague ideas of
where to see him. The Washington journalists protested to us that this
was unfair to a city that has such a great and just reputation for its
public hospitality.

However, where the Prince and the Washington people did come together
there was an immediate and mutual regard. There was just such a
"mixing" that evening, when he visited the National Press Club.

He had spent the day quietly, receiving and returning calls. One of
these calls was upon President Wilson at the White House, the Prince
driving through this city of an ideal in architecture come true, to
spend ten minutes with Mrs. Wilson in a visit of courtesy.

The National Press Club at Washington