Comings & Goings

Visitors in the U. S. last week included:

Trader Horn. The old man named Smith who "dictated" a fanciful autobiography of his life in Africa and signed it "Alfred Aloysius Horn" continued his adventures in Manhattan last week.

His publishers, Simon & Schuster, presumably arranged to have Mr. Smith interviewed by another of their best selling authors, famed Will (Story of Philosophy) Durant. To newsgatherers Philosopher Durant later confided: "After talking to Trader Horn, I am convinced a man can love after seventy."

Meanwhile the "Trader" cackled harmless and sometimes intriguing remarks. Example: "The first elephant ever I shot had ivories that weighed 140 pounds. And if you think I wasn't the most tickled youngster on earth, why, dispel the rumor."

Before the week was out Mr. Smith had been called to that membership in the Adventurers' Club of Manhattan which was made vacant by the death of Governor General of the Philippines Leonard Wood.

Ivan Mestrovic is a frowning, intense, darkly bearded Jugoslav who began life as a Dalmatian shepherd boy, became apprenticed to a stone cutter, and developed such a recognized genius for sculpture that he has been retained by the Woodrow Wilson Foundation at high fees to execute the plaques which accompany its $25,000 peace prizes (TIME, Nov. 5, 1923).

Last week morose Ivan Mestrovic stepped off the 'Leviathan at Manhattan and growled to reporters that he had brought with him two heroic equestrian statues of American Indians in bronze which will shortly be erected in Chicago.

Charles Michael Schwab (chairman of the board of Bethlehem Steel Corp.) arrived in Manhattan on the Aquitania, having completed his 77th crossing of the Atlantic. After the usual "I am always an optimist in regard to American business," he said that he wears button shoes because he can get somebody to button them for him; that he always patronizes the same tailor because that tailor wears exactly his size clothing. Mr. Schwab will return to England in April to receive the Bessemer medal* from the British Industrial and Steel Institute. Will H. Hays, famed deus ex machina of the U. S. cinema industry, took his waspy, wide-eared self aboard the Leviathan, last week, and sailed for France. He was not fleeing from further Senate questioning as to his onetime stewardships of Republican campaign funds (TIME, March 12 et seq.). He went to dicker with the newly created French State Board of Film Censors (TIME, Feb. 27) which has intimated that it will license U. S. films for sale in France only upon condition that the U. S. buy a proportionate number of French films for exhibition in the U. S.

*Awarded annually from a fund left by the late Sir Henry Bessemer (1813-98), inventor of the Bessemer blast furnace for converting pig iron into steel.