Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads. HAMLET, Act I, Scene 3.
The boyish grin and wispy figure of Edward of Wales are so familiar in London dance halls and saloons (TIME, Feb. 7, 21), that when he motored out to Hastings, Sussex, last week, past fields of primroses all in saffron bloom, Britons wondered if His Royal Highness would not tread a measure with some buxom Sussex wench along a merry primrose path. Soon he contrived to exceed all expectations. . . . Wenches were, of course, not lacking. Hardly a "pub" in...
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