Mrs. William Jennings Bryan: "From Bradentown, Fla., to Hazelhurst, Ga., I followed the Rev. Raymond T. Richey, a faith-healing evangelist. Said I: 'If I am not cured [of paralysis], my faith in the power of God to heal will not be lessened. I will simply accept it as evidence that I do not believe strongly enough in His power to be relieved.' "

Benny Leonard, world's champion lightweight pugilist: "I wrote a letter to Darwin P. Kingsley, President of the New York Life Insurance Co. Said I: 'It was with no small amount of trepidation that I read that the New York Life Insurance Co. was contemplating tearing down Madison Square Garden. My interest in the old structure is purely sentimental, my thoughts being solely with the statue of Diana poised atop the tower. . . . Aside from my interest in Diana as my goddess of luck, I have great admiration for the statue as a work of art. Desiring to save it, I am requesting that you consider this letter a bid for the statue in case you should definitely decide to raze the Garden.' "

General Emile Taufflieb, French Senator from Alsace: "From Manhattan I sailed for France. Said I to reporters: 'I thought when I came here that I would encounter prohibition. Pouf! I never drank so much in my life.' "

Mrs. Curtis D. Wilbur, wife of the Secretary of the Navy: "Recently the Daily News, so-called Manhattan 'gum-chewers sheetlet,' published a picture of me with the following caption: 'Mrs. Curtis D. Wilbur, wife of the new Secretary of the Navy, passes up society life to stay home and cook husband's meals in their home at Washington, D. C.' The picture showed me standing beside a gas stove, upon which were a pot and pan. In my left hand was a tea kettle; in my right, a large spoon. I was stirring. A reader of the Daily News wrote the editor a letter. Said the reader: 'Will you please explain how Mrs. Wilbur does her cooking without turning on her gas jets?'"

Ferdinand, King of Rumania: "In Paris, I was reported to have entered a night resort called the Cow on the Roof. I sat at a table with two Americans on one side and a party of demimondaines on the other. One of the Americans rose to dance and tipped over my table, spilling an entire bottle of champagne on my shirtfront. When apprised of my identity the American said: 'Excuse me, King, I did not mean it.' "