stiffs, most of us over
twice his age, and we stood up and yelled like college freshmen when he
had finished speaking to us.

"What did he say to us? Nothing very remarkable. He told us how
useful we old ones in the money market had been as a backbone to the
boys in the firing line. He told us that he felt that the war had
revealed clearly the closeness of the relationship between the two
Anglo-Saxon nations, how their welfare was interlocked and how the
prosperity of each was essential to the prosperity of the other, and he
agreed with the President of the Chamber's statement that British and
American good faith and good will would go far to preserve the
stability of the world. There's nothing very wonderful to that. It's
true enough, but not altogether unknown.... It was his manner that
caught hold of us. The way he speaks, you see. His nervousness, and
his grit in conquering his nervousness. His modesty; his twinkle of
humour, all of him. He's one fine lad. I tell you we've had some big
men in the Chamber in the last two years, but it's gilt-edged truth
that none of the big ones had the showing that lad got today."

From the Chamber of Commerce the Prince went to the Academy of Music
where there was a picture and variety show staged for him, and which he
enjoyed enormously. The thrill of this item of the program was rather
in the crowd than in the show. It was an immense crowd, and for once
it vanquished the efficient police and swarmed about His Royal Highness
as he entered the building. While he was inside it added to its
strength rather than diminished, and in the face of this crisis one of
those men whose brains rise to emergencies had the bright idea of
getting the Prince out by the side door. The crowd had also had that
bright idea and the throng about the side door was, if anything, more
dense than at the front. Through this laughing and cheering mass
squads of good-humoured police butted a thread of passage for the happy
Prince.

The throng inside Madison Square Garden about the arena of the Horse
Show was more decorous, as became its status, but it did not let that
stifle its feelings. The Prince passed through from a cheering crowd
outside to the bright, sharp clapping of those inside. He passed round
the arena between ranks of Salvation Army lassies, who held, instead of
barrier ropes, broad scarlet ribbons.

There was a laugh as he touched his hair upon gaining the stark
publicity o