Skirl. At the new Prince's Hotel, London, members of the select Irish Club stood round about some banquet tables, looked at a door. From without came a wild skirl of Irish bagpipes. In strode the piper. Behind him followed Edward of Wales amid deafening Gaelic cheers. Soon he had been presented with a shillalah. Soon it was forgotten that just before he reached the hotel an Irish maniac had thrown an absurd "acetylene bomb" in at the door. It consisted of a cardboard box containing a bit...
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