ns responding to the pictures on the hoardings with a
good will, in order to win a "Prince of Wales' Flag."

Although the Prince was down to visit Hull at a specific time that
afternoon, he set aside an hour in order to pay his promised visit to
the Labour fete in Lansdowne Park. There was only time for him to
drive through the park, but the warm reception given to him made it an
action really worth while.

Hull, which is inclined to sprawl as a town, was transformed by sun,
flags and people into a place of great attraction when the Prince
arrived. And if there was not any high pomp about the visit, there was
certainly prettiness. The pretty girls of Hull had transformed
themselves into representatives of all the races of the Entente, and as
the Prince stood on the scarlet steps of a dais outside the Town Hall,
each one of these came forward and made him a curtsy.

Following them were four tiny girls, each holding a large bouquet, each
bouquet being linked to the others by broad red ribbons. They were the
jolliest little girls, but nervous, and after negotiating the terrors
of the scarlet stairs with discretion, the broad desert of the dais
undid them--or rather it didn't. At the moment of presentation, four
little girls, as well as four bouquets, were linked together by broad
red ribbons, until it was difficult to tell which was little girl and
which was bouquet. There were many untanglers present, but the chief
of them was the Prince of Wales himself.

The Hull ceremonials were certainly as happy as any could be. The
little girls gave a homely touch, so did the people--match-factory
girls, brown-habited Franciscan friars, and the rest--who joined in the
public reception, but the crowning touch of this atmosphere was the
review of the war veterans.

There were so many war veterans that Hull had no open space large
enough to parade them. Hull, therefore, had the happy idea of
reviewing them in the main street. Thus the everyday street was packed
with everyday men who had fought for the very homes about them. That
seemed to bring out the real purpose of the great war more than any
effort in propaganda could.

It was in the main street, too, after receiving a loving cup from the
Great War Veterans, that the Prince spoke to these comrades of the war.
He stood up in his car and addressed them simply and directly, thanking
them and wishing them good luck, and there was something infinitely
suggestive in his