A Secret Visit from Princess Juliana When the communique came through, it was impressed upon Art that there was to be absolutely no publicity about this visit, the reason for the secrecy being that if the Princess could quietly slip into the Island and out again, she would avoid making her visit official which would require her calling on the Lt. Governor and partaking in functions demanded by protocol. A closed circuit line was set up with Ottawa. On the day she was to arrive, my sister Marianne and Art McDonald drove out the then gravel road to the Wood Islands Ferry to meet her. The Princess came over in a very ordinary car accompanied by the Lady -in-Waiting , her rather pompus Private Secretary , and a driver who doubled up as a discreet bodyguard. She was pregnant with the daughter who was born later in Ottawa. As you can imagine there was great excitement around the studio, an excitement heightened by the clandestine nature of the whole affair. There was much discussion over the correct protocol. No one was sure, even, how she should be addressed. Marianne visited Mrs. DeBlois , the wife of a former Lieutenant - Governor , for advice, who said, "Oh, I don't know dear.. .just act yourself that's what I always did." Eventually, after doing his research, Art issued instructions to the women to give a slight curtsy. The men were to bow. Juliana herself, however put every¬ one at ease by saying, "While I am in your country, to you, I am ' Yust Yulianna.'" With charm and ease she shook hands and chatted briefly to everyone. The Secretary, though, put them all on edge with his stuffy manner. While Juliana was in the studio making the recording, the body¬ guard, who was obviously well armed, cut a very intimidating figure as he paced up and down in the hall outside the receptionist's desk. Lunch had been arranged at the Charlottetown Hotel. The Secretary, who had talked on the telephone with Art, gave him strict instructions that the lunch had to be in a private dining room. Mr. Arthur Mould , the hotel manager had arranged for everything to be served in the " Royal Suite " on the top floor. When the Princess, the Lady -in-Waiting , the stuffy male secretary, and the bodyguard/chauffeur who loomed omi¬ nously in the background, and Marianne and Art were going up in the elevator, a heated discussion took place between the secretary and Juliana. It was in Dutch, of course, but Marianne imagined it went some¬ thing like this: 111