Ripe, laughing wencheshalf a score of themtook turns at dancing with their future King and Emperor when Edward of Wales visited the excessively plebeian Lambeth Carnival one night last week, and later moved on to quaff punch with sailors and their dolls at the Union Jack Club.
His Royal Highness may be said to have spent the week slumming. One morning he burst in upon five different families dwelling in the London County Council tenements at Wadsworth; caught mothers red-handed at their washtubs; made daughters scarlet-cheeked at his presence. Thence he visited the...
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