People: Sep. 13, 1926

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Had they been interviewed, some people who figured in last week's news might have related certain of their doings as follows:

Charles Evans Hughes: "I called on Premier Poincaré last week and emerged just as Secretary Mellon entered his antechamber. Mr. Mellon and I chatted for a moment and swopped friendly boasts about how each of us had recently taken a ten-mile walk to keep fit. Frenchmen who avoid walking whenever possible, were intrigued, the more so as my age is 64 and Mr. Mellon's 72.

George V, R. I.: "My importance as sovereign and arbiter elegantarium was emphasized again last week when the press of the world took front page notice of the fact that I was seen in Scotland wearing my trousers creased down the front instead of at the side as is my usual wont. Speculation is rife as to whether I will resume my side creases on returning to London."

Mary Garden, prima donna of the Chicago Civic Opera: "As I lay naked on pillows in my rowboat one morning last week, out on the Mediterranean from my villa at Antibes, France—a daily practice with me, to enjoy the sun's curative rays—i fell asleep, a wide straw hat on my head, my legs dangling overboard into the water. I awoke, startled by furtive splashing near my lonely boat. To my horror, two huge sharks were circling about, churning the water, swirling greedily. I drew in my legs. I recalled that a bather near Genoa had been eaten alive by sharks last month. I rowed for shore. The brutes charged me many times but I got to safety, spread a warning."

President Mustafa Kemal Pasha of Turkey: "I continued last week to exterminate my enemies. Abdul Kadir Bey, one time Governor of Angora, was hanged during the week for participating in a plot to assassinate me which I am thought to have trumped up. To date, 18 of my political enemies have been disposed of by hanging through this strategem (TIME, Sept. 6)."

Frank R. Hedley, president-manager of the Interborough Rapid Transit Co., New York: "An object of the Interborough Bulletin, my company's 'family magazine,' is to publish the name of each of my 18,000 employes at least once per annum. It makes for good will; we are sure the employes like it. The Bulletin publishes as many employes' pictures as possible, too, with jolly titles like 'Girls, Take Notice,' 'Loves the Interborough, 'Faithful Employes,' 'Well, Well, Well,' 'All Smiles.' Last week, William Clark, Negro, though employed by us indirectly (through a contractor), got a chance to be mentioned in the Bulletin. He was working 30 ft. underground on our new Eighth Avenue subway (the excavations for which unfortunately blocked fire engines from a blazing tenement last week) when he sank deeper and deeper into a huge sand bin. Walter Strong saw Mr. Clark's head disappear under the sand. With great presence of mind, Mr. Strong shoved a pipe down to Mr. Clark, who was thus enabled to breathe until dug out an hour and a quarter later."