ford was that he was to spend a
year there, practically in seclu
sion except for the company of
tutors, guardians and a few
young and particularly artistjO
cratic lords. But, on this point,
he has smeared up everything. He
selects his own friends. At Mag
dalen College, where he lives, he
is considered very democratic. He
and his pals have a fine time with
their luncheons, athletics and
strolls around the country.
Al'-s chief delight is to act asf
he belonged to himselflnstead of
to England. This makes it hard
for'fhe school authorities, for Ithe
detectives and for everybody in
the long list of folljs who are
hired to help whip fhe- young fel
low into shape f4r kingship.
For a while the boy sneaked
out ofa-back door and took long
bicycle.- rides alone. This, was
finally prevented; by "his $utor
taking charge-of his. wheel.
"I want to ride jn an. aero
plane' he said "one day. whfcn he
read a bijlboardarinounaing a fly
ing meat.at Oxford. Some tattle
tale repeated his remark to the
head master of his college and the
next day an order was issued that
no Oxford student should iiMe in
an aeroplane or attend the" meet
without special permission. Ariel,
besides, the aviators-were ordered
to take no Oxford boys into the
sky.. Thai settled the aeroplane
The king-to-be also endeavors
to outdo everyone else in polite
ness. He ignores no one. One of
the chief jobs ot the detectives is
to keep him from talking to peo
ple who accost him on the streets.
The boy speaks French and
German fluently, having, absorb
ed them from French and German
nursemaids and tutors. Now he is
studying engineering and mathe
matics, with Latin ttirownjn.
He drinks wine with his meals,
but no beer. He smokes a pipe,,
but no, cigarettes.
Albert Christian Gporge An
drew Patrick David Wetten is a
regular fellow now, though there
is rjo telling what England's great
king factory will turn him into.
TACT AND ITS TASK
Young Tomnoddy entered the
railway train and took his seat;
then rose and moved to the win
dow again to bid farewell tqsome
friends who had come to- see him
off. In doing so, he happened to
tread, ever so gently, on the foot
df the lady who had taken the
seat next to his.
The damsel compressefd her
pretty brow into an awe-inspiring
frown which seemed to say:
"You clumsy wretch.! Why can't
you look where you are walking?"
or something even worse.
Her look, in fact, wasone that
most men would have found par
alyzing. But not young Tom
noddy; he was quite equal to the
"My dear madam," he said,
raising his hat with an exaggerat
ed flourish, "the fault lies not with
me, but with your feet. Really
they are almost too small to be
Then the f;own vanished instantly.
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