Princely Pilgrim

The chronological account of Lord Renfrew's visit to the U. S. concluded:

P: His lordship paid a sudden visit to Manhattan. At the Julia Richman High School, girls cheered him; at the Museum of Natural History, where he saw dodos and dinosaurs, the officials and guides recognized him. Leaving the Times Annex, chorus girls cheered him from the windows of their dressing room in the Apollo Theatre. On his way to the Herald-Tribune offices he was pointed out by the inimitable Will Rogers to a bevy of Ziegfeld Follies beauties who immediately broke into raucous cheers.

P: While in the Times building, the Baron read his ready-made obituary and some of the great fund of information about him stored in the morgue. At the Herald-Tribune, he pressed a button which started the presses which covered part of a Sunday edition. Everyone was impressed by the knowledge of printing possessed by the "English lord," so much so that he was made a member of the pressmen's union which authorizes him to seek employment on cylinder and flat-bed presses, entitles him to sick benefits, insures him a good funeral.

P: Next day, a visit was paid to the Wall Street section, where he was besieged by a half a million people and only extricated from the jam by efforts of police reserves, assembled at the last moment. He lunched in the skyscraper which holds the Recess Club on its 21st floor. He visited a telephone exchange, spoke to British apprentices in a Merchant Marine club, saw a ball game at the Polo Grounds, visited the Advertising Club, took a Turkish bath at the Racquet Club, dined, saw Rain, danced and had supper at the Lido Venice, where the Dolly sisters were on hand to the great satisfaction of Renfrew.

P: Next day the Baron had a gruelling session with camera men:

"Don't look into the camera," commanded the camera boss.

"I'm not. I'm looking at you," returned Renfrew.

"Take off your hat." He took it off.

"Smile!"

"Tell me a funny story and I'll smile." But the camera men could not think of one. Nevertheless, the Baron beamed out of sheer good-nature.

"Light a cigarette!" He failed first attempt.

"This is a stage cigarette. It doesn't light," said Renfrew. He succeeded the second time.

"Will your Highness read a book?"

"Yes, anything."

Time for close-ups came. "This is horrible," exclaimed Renfrew. Then, after it was all over, he said, "I'm terribly embarrassed. I'm afraid I must go."

P: After two days of enjoyment, an eight-car train puffed out of Syosset. Lord Renfrew, the cheers of the farewell crowd ringing in his ears, ended his 23-day vacation in the U. S. and left for his ranch near High River, Alberta.

His farewell message: "I am leaving the U. S. with very real regret. This is not only the end of a thoroughly enjoyable three weeks which I shall never forget, but it also involves saying good-bye to a host of friends who, ever since I landed in their country, have done everything in their power to make me welcome. Your President and all his fellow citizens with whom I have come in contact have united in offering me the right hand of good fellowship; very many others, whom I have never met, have taken the trouble to write to me kind words which have touched me deeply.

"It has not been possible for me to answer such letters as fully as I should wish but I am glad to have this chance of telling the writers collectively how I value their good wishes. Many of them have sent me such cordial invitations to districts of the United States which I have not yet seen that I hope more than ever it may be possible for me some day, when time and circumstances permit, to make an extensive tour of this great country.

"I have made the most of these three vacational weeks, which for me could not have been more full of enjoyment and interest; but the chief memory of them which I shall carry away with me --the best of all memories for a departing guest--is one of good sportsmanship and sympathy."