ling in the vivid
sun on the plank rafts.

With its bright sea, on which are canoes and scarlet sailed yachts, the
vivid green of its grass slopes under the superb trees, the Waegwoltic
Club is idyllic. It is the dream of the perfect holiday place come
true.

Quite close to it is another club of individuality. It is a club
without club-house that has existed in that state for over sixty years.

This is the Studley Quoit Club, which the Prince visited after he had
lunched at the Waegwoltic. Its premises are made up of a quoit field,
a fence and some trees, and the good sportsmen, its members, as they
showed His Royal Highness round, pointed solemnly to a fir to which a
telephone was clamped, and said:

"That is our secretary's office."

A table under a spruce was the dining-room, a book of cuttings
concerning the club on a desk was the library, while a bench against a
fence was the smoking lounge. It is a club of humour and pride, that
has held together with a genial and breezy continuity for generations.
And it has two privileges, of which it is justly proud: one is the
right to fly the British Navy ensign, gained through one of its first
members, an admiral; the other is that its rum punch yet survives in a
dry land.

The Prince's visit to such a gathering of sportsmen was, naturally, an
affair of delightful informality. There was a certain swopping of
reminiscences of the King, who had also visited the club, and a certain
dry attitude of awe in the President, who, in speaking of the honours
the Prince had accepted just before leaving England, said that though
the members of the Studley Club felt competent to entertain His Royal
Highness as a Colonel of the Guards, as the Grand Master of Freemasons,
or even, at a pinch, as a King's Counsel, they felt while in their
earthly flesh some trepidation in offering hospitality to a Brother of
the Trinity--a celestial office which, the President understood, the
Prince had accepted prior to his journey.

It was a happy little gathering, a relief, perhaps, from set functions,
and the Prince entered fully into the spirit of the occasion. He drank
the famous punch, and signed the Club roll, showing great amusement
when some one asked him if he were signing the pledge.

On leaving this quaint club he came in for a cheery mobbing; men and
women crowded round him, flappers stormed his car in the hope of
shaking hands, while babies held up by elders won the handclasp wi