"One house has ruled our land for centuries. Since I came to
your land I have not once seen a man wave his hat with mad
adulation and cry from his heart: 'Long live the President!' For
centuries, in my country, every child has been born with the
words: 'Long live the Prince!' in his heart, and he learns to say
them next after the dear parental words are mastered. 'Long live
the Prince!' 'Long live the Princess!' are tributes of love and
honor that greet our rulers from birth to death. We are not
fickle, and we have no politics."

"Do your rulers hear tin horns, brass bands, campaign yells,
firecrackers and stump speeches every four years? Do they know
what it means to be the voluntary choice of a whole nation? Do
they know what it is to rule because they have won the right
and not because they were born to it? Has there ever been a
homage-surfeited ruler in your land who has known the joy that
comes with the knowledge that he has earned the right to be
cheered from one end of the country to the other? Is there not a
difference between your hereditary 'Long live the Prince' and our
wild, enthusiastic, spontaneous 'Hurrah for Cleveland!' Miss
Guggenslocker? All men are equal at the beginning in our land.
The man who wins the highest gift that can be bestowed by seventy
millions of people is the man who had brains and not title as a
birthright." He was a bit exasperated.

"There! I have displeased you again. You must pardon my
antiquated ideas. We, as true and loyal subjects of a good
sovereign, cannot forget that our rulers are born, not made.
Perhaps we are afflicted at times with brainless monarchs and are