(During the Past Week the Daily Press Gave Extensive Publicity to the Following Men and Women. Let Each Explain to You Why His Name Appeared in the Headlines.)

Mabel Normand, famed cinema beauty: "Fire swept a group of buildings in the rear of my Los Angeles home. Roused from sleep, I rushed out, beseeched the firemen to save my limousine from its blazing garage. Said the newspapers: 'Mabel's pink pajamas hampered the rescue work, because the crowd that turned out got in the firemen's way to get a peek at Mabel.' "

Alvaro Obregon, Mexican President: "Near Tepic, State of Nayarit, I narrowly escaped death, when several cars of a train in which I was traveling became uncoupled from the engine on a steep grade. Carrying me, the cars dashed madly down the incline for several hundred yards, eventually came to a halt."

Edward W. Bok, famed philanthropist: "Before sailing for Europe I told reporters that my $100,000 Peace Plan Award had had 'just the effect I wished.' Said I: 'It 'has awakened the people of America, by causing them to talk and think, both of which are the essential precursors of legislation.' "

William J. Bryan: "On my way to the Democratic Convention, I was interviewed between swallows of strawberry pop, in a soft drink palace at Olean, N. Y. 'What do you think of Nicholas Murray Butler's stand on Prohibition?' asked a reporter. Said I: 'Nicholas Murray Butler is a disgrace to the educated world!'"

Edouard Herriot, Premier of

France: "I wrote an article for Foreign Affairs, American quarterly review. Said I: 'On the day when the democrats of the world resume normal relations, or at least commercial relations, with the Bolsheviki, Europe will not have been Bolshevized, but rather the Bolsheviki will have become transformed. On the day when Soviet diplomats are received at Paris and Washington, they will not impose on their colleagues the Russian blouse; they will be the most faithful propagandists of the dinner jacket.' "

Miss Alice Longfellow, daughter of the famed poet: "I issued a statement giving the lie to an allegation that the smithy concerning which my father once wrote was situate in Newbury, England. Said I: 'As a child I was always perfectly familiar with the smithy down the street here at the corner of Brattle and Story Streets [Cambridge, Mass.], and never had any doubt but that it was the original of the poem. My father passed this smithy every morning on his walks to the Village. He never was in England for any sufficiently long period to pass any point, a smithy or other wise, for any considerable, consecutive number of mornings. And we have all the remembrances, here in this house, of this smithy: pieces of the tree, the book bound in wooden covers and with the children's signatures made from it, the chair made from it. I don't see how there can be any question. Besides, all the English relatives of the family lived in Yorkshire.' "