THE PRINCE'S LUCK.

Dominion, Volume 6, Issue 1830, 16 August 1913, Page 3

THE PRINCE'S LUCK.

"A JOLLY GOOD SPORT, BUT--"

The Prince of Wales is very young, though very willing (remarks the London correspondent of the "Sun"). He is only a slip of a boy, and lie will apparently, be somewhat late in arriving at maturity. At Oxford it is his highest ambition to join in tho daily life, and especially the sports and pleasures of his fellow students; and though it might to the uninitiated appear that ho mixes freely with them all, there is a distinct, though invisible circle within which lie constantly moves. It is composed of the healthy, -vigorous sons of ancient and honourable houses, who set great value not only upon learning but upon athletics. Tho Prince of Wales, encouraged by his companions, has associated himself with almost every form of open-air activity enjoyed at Oxford. His enthusiasm has, however, been greater than his good fortune. Ho took the field in a football match, and did his level best, but when tho game was played over again in the college rooms in the evening, the general verdict was: "He s a real good sport, but he can't play footer." .

More recently he was included in a cricket match, and tho first over was fatal to his aspirations of emulating Hobbs, for tho scoring book had a nasty big round O opposite his name. Later ho turned out with Field Corps for a mimic battle. Somebody allotted to him the task of going forward as one of two special scouts which wero to get in touch with the enemy's advance guard. Keen as mustard, ho undertook the commission, and dodged from tree to tree in the most approved boy scout method. Unfortunately, whilo doing so he seems to have forgotten that tho opposing force would be occupied in tho same manner, and at one tree where he was probably congratulating himself upon his Indian craft, a dozeu of tho enemy suddenly rose from the grass round him, made him a prisoner, seized his rifle, and emptied his magazine and cartridge belt. The further indignity of spending an evening in tho enemy's camp awaited him until other members of tho,Oxford Corps nosed out his absence, rushed to his assistance, and rescued him. To the Prince's credit it may bo said that lio took his capture with tho best grace of war, and that ho did not disclose his identity. It seems to' bo fairly evident, however, that Oxford will have to say onco more, "Ko's a jolly good sport, but he's no scout."