Villa

At Geneva, close by the Secretariat of the League of Nations, stands a handsome villa, the Villa Bartholoni. In some quarters it is expected that the future assembly hall of the League will be erected on the very ground where the Villa Bartholini rises in modest pulchritude below the deep green mountain walls, the snow-capped peaks. Not immediately, however, will the villa be razed. Last week it was rented for the month of September to an American, a woman who wished to be at hand to observe the workings of the Sixth Assembly of the League, who came to see what fruit was borne by the seed her husband planted, who was indeed no other than Mrs. Woodrow Wilson.