the arrangenients have' been admirably made, one in par- ticular.
" Are there good coulisses?" an experienced eon-- ferencehabitugwho did not get to the opening session asked anxiously. The answer is that there are. The delegates' lobby outside the 'conference hall is spacious enough for comfort without jostling, even when the Press surges up from its subterranean fastness to pick up whatever crumbs may be dropping from the more expansive delegates' lips. Everyone who matters, except Signor Mussolini and Herr Hitler, in world' affairs, passes in and out and to and fro, particularly during the trans- lation of speeches they have already heard and under- stood: One of the most widely sought after, because one of the most unfamiliar, is Mr. T. V. Soong,, the driving force in the Nanking Government. Mr. Cordell Hull's spare figure is getting gradually known. M. Litvinoff is grimly genial. General Smuts, who dropped from heaven at Croydon on Sunday after twelve days in an Imperial Airways, machine, is never allowed a moment of such solitude now.
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