Foreign News: Dilatory Domicile

Americans accustomed to use the British mails know that a letter is not likely to reach its destination if its envelope contains less than five or six lines of addressing. Thus, it is useless to write simply “No. 8, King’s Lane, Queen’s Court, London.” There may be two King’s Lanes each a block long; the Postoffice will take no chances.

Last week, some London school children, desiring to thank H. R. H. The Prince of Wales for a courtesy, addressed a letter to him care of H. M. S. Repulse. “Address, unknown” replied His Majesty’s Postoffice.

But a more curious public turned its insatiable eyes to the Argentine and found:

The pillared magnificence of the Teatro Colon, Buenos Aires. . . . an interior bepeopled, bejeweled. On stage: Beniamino Gigli, Metropolitan tenor; Claudia Muzio, Chicago soprano. . . The music by Catalan! (Loreley). . . In the box with President and Mme. de Alvear, a pleasant Prince. For a further account of the season at the Teatro Colon, see Music, Page 18.)

A wooded estate, out from the city. . . .Deer driven through the crackling underbrush. . . A host of pursuers, disappointed because the Prince had begged to be excused.

A pilot train hastening through the night to Huetel, down the tracks from Buenos Aires. . . Behind it a train of gorgeously fitted cars drawn by two engines . . . In a spacious bed, a sleeping Prince.

High up on the Pampas, a ranch which no bull’s hide by any Carthaginianwill could circle. . . A palace. . . Moving toward it a cavalcade of peons wearing sombreros, embroidered shirts, silver-studded belts, mounted on caballas . . . In a motor, a decorous Prince. It continued to be said that the Prince would be instructed by his royal parents to visit the West Indies, and that in consideration of this additional service rendered, he would be permitted a week on Long Island before going home.