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The Prince of Wales in 1929, when this book was written, was His Royal Highness Prince Edward, Duke of Cornwall, who later became (briefly, until he acceded) King Edward VIII.
I am glad that I was not born to the jobs of the Prince of Wales. I rejoice that my life does not consist of equal parts levees, unveilings, posing for the photographers, changing my clothes, riding in the front car of the civic processional and dancing with the world’s most foolish women, just because their husbands chance to have won fame in banking, politics, of in the smoking of good, sound hams.” (p. 13)