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U. S. Ambassador Myron T. Herrick, accompanied by Abd-el-Krim, his dog, left France for the U. S. on board the Paris.

At Versailles, the wind blew--blew so hard that it uprooted a fine willow that had been weeping for Napoleon for nearly 100 years. In 1832, this tree was planted at Versailles from a cutting, obtained under British fire, by a Lieutenant Drouville from Napoleon's grave at St. Helena.

Trade negotiations between France and Germany, reported ruptured (TIME, July 13), are to be continued on Sept 15.

French coke output for May was greater by 10,000 tons than the monthly average for 1913. The figures were: May, 255,000 tons; 1913 monthly average, 245,000 tons.

The brow of one M. Raphael Duflos clouded. On the porch of his country house was a trunk. He approached gingerly, opened it. Ah! then he was just in time, for the trunk was filled with his valuables. After tapping his hip pocket to gauge his courage, M. Duflos let himself into the house. Placed conspicuously on a table was a letter addressed to his wife, Mme. Hugette Duflos, once a Comedie Francaise beauty about whom half Paris raved and about whom the other half would have raved had it not been raving about other beauties. M. Duflos, visibly agitated, tore open the letter, read:

I did not go so far as to steal your things, madam, and will confess to you why. When entering here I swear to you I did not know whose house it was. Passing by chance, I thought it looked like a likely place to contain nice things. You will be able to see I am a man of good taste. While continuing my inventory, I happened to come across pictures of the woman whom I admire most in the whole world, both in the theatre and on the screen. Imagine my surprise. I am sincerely sorry to have disarranged the charming interior and make every apology and abandon everything I coveted to take along. My companion cannot understand what he terms "sentimental nonsense." I will indemnify him. But allow me, madam, to take your pictures. Your radiant beauty, which seems to me also to speak of great goodness of heart, will excuse this petty larceny. Some day I will write and tell you my life duty. Perhaps it will be you, madam, who will prove to be my redeemer.

At the Lycee Louis-le-Grand in the heart of the Latin Quarter, where he had gone upon invitation to distribute prizes, ex-Premier Edouard Herriot rose to address the assembled boys. He got no further. Young Royalists of the organization Action Franchise whistled, howled, cat-called. In vain, the police attempted to restore order and in the end the ex-Premier was forced to leave. Outside the Lycee, the same demonstration was carried on. Several arrests were made, but to no avail and it was not until he entered the Chamber of Deputies that he was cheered: "Vive Herriot! Down with the Action Frangaise assassins!"