Had they been interviewed, some people who figured in last week's news might have related certain of their doings as follows:
William Sowden Sims, retired Rear Admiral: "Sitting peacefully in my home at Newport, R. I., last week, I was startled by a sudden crash at a window beside me. I leaped to my feet, ready for the worst. Upon the floor amid jagged splinters of glass lay a hawk as big as a Rhode Island
Red.* She was stunned. My fiery demeanor became compassionate. Gently I lifted her to the windowsill. Soon she regained consciousness; flew away, wobbly."
Capt. Hartley, S. S. Leviathan: "On the roughest passage of my ship's career, to Cherbourg last week, a white owl took refuge in a funnel on the ship, 1,000 miles from Newfoundland. I shall present it to the Bronx Zoo. The S. S. American Trader the same week picked up a white owl 600 miles at sea, and will adopt it as mascot. The coast of Maine has lately reported large numbers of white owls landing there, evidently driven by starvation from Arctic regions."
Roland H. Hartley, lumber-mag-rate, Governor of Washington: "To combat the recall movement (TIME, Nov. 1) started against me by friends of Dr. Henry Suzzallo, whom I had ousted as president of the University of Washington, I recently commenced publication of a little magazine called Hartley's Weekly. But I still am not without troubles. The other day, when walking past a high school building near the capitol, I heard a downy-cheeked, 14-year-old lad yell: 'There goes old Hartley—he's going to get it in the neck when the recall comes.' I stopped instantly to administer a thoroughgoing reprimand. Other youths gathered around me. Said I: 'If that's what you fellows are taught in school, you might as well get out and get to work.' Continuing to flay the insolence and ignorance of youth, I told them that 'the leading citizen of the state was entitled to be revered and honored for the office he held,' if not for the man."*