The tall Swede, looking like a grown-up Boy Scout on a jamboree, stood before a scarred building in Sortavala and laughed delightedly. Prince Gustaf Adolf, 35, who will one day be Sweden's King if his longevous royal grandfather (83) and father (60) die in time, was on a tour of Finland's Russian Front. His Finnish guides had just shown him a church which the preposterous Russians had converted into a combination stable and restaurant. On the wall was a poster saying: OBSERVE CLEANLINESS.
The Prince and his escort moved on. They had passed from Finnish soil to soil the Russians...
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