"Names make news." Last week the following names made the following news:

President Dr. Paul von Beneckendorff und von Hindenburg, 80, trudged back to Dietramszell, his summer home in the Bavarian Alps, after three days of successful chamois shooting on the foggy crags nearby.

Field Marshal August von Mack-ensen, 78, reviewed at Potsdam, Germany, veterans of German wars with Denmark, Austria and France (men 77 to 93 years old), dined with them, read to them a telegram from their onetime Emperor Wilhelm II: "The glorious fruits of these wars are now unhappily destroyed by discord, and must be fought for again. Gott mit uns, WILHELM, REX."

Millicent, dowager Duchess of Sutherland, strode up to the locked door of Memorial Hall in Fairmont Park, Philadelphia, knocked imperatively. Wet-eyed, she begged attendants to be allowed to see "The Lady in the Green Dress," by John Singer Sargent. She said: "I am sailing for England . . . must see the picture once more. . . . That portrait was made for me. ... I had to sell it." Attendants let the grey-haired Duchess gaze for five minutes upon herself as she looked 20 years ago.

"Mrs. [Woodrow] Wilson would grace the office and would fill it capably. In many ways we feel that it would be most fitting and appropriate that the Democratic vice presidential nomination should be offered to her." Thus, last week, said a Mrs. W. E. Maulsby of Iowa.

Gar Wood, speed-boatman, sped along the St. Clair River off Al-gomac, Mich., in his Baby America III. One hand on the wheel, eyes intent on the stopwatch, he ignored a passing steamboat. A swell capsized Baby America 111. Three young women rescued stunned Gar Wood. Said he: "I know now how Sharkey felt when Dempsey hit him."

Aimee Semple McPherson was

the object of a request by Vice Admiral Josiah Slutts McKean, U. S. N., to the Los Angeles district attorney, to prosecute "this woman" for adopting for herself and followers evangelical uniforms resembling those of U. S. Navy officers. Charles Augustus Lindbergh, flying from Denver to Pierre, S. Dak., described a circle over Greeley, Col., and passed out of sight. Soon Greeleyites saw a speck returning, wondered if it might be Colonel Lindbergh, again, saw it as a bird which, after it, too, had circled Greeley, was described by an Associated Press correspondent as a "giant" golden eagle.

"Calvin Coolidge has returned from his annual woodchuck hunt in his native State. He broke his record, capturing eleven fine looking and healthy chucks." Last week this report was rediscovered in the Hampshire Gazette (Northampton, Mass.) of Sept. 1, 1902.

Antonio Scotti, baritone, returned from a summer in Italy to begin his 29th season with the Metropolitan Opera Co., Manhattan. Asked which was the "greatest" soprano with whom he had ever sung, said he: "But most of them are still alive! Do you think I'm crazy?"

Will Rogers, five weeks out of hospital after an appendix removal, had to be "doubled" for in a cinema. As "Congressman Maverick Brander" he was supposed to come tearing out of a Washington, D. C., hotel in a nightshirt and swallowtail coat, leap on a horse, dash down Pennsylvania Avenue to the Capitol. One Fred Lacey, one-time cowboy, now a bus driver, was hired as the double. Hearing a report that his life was held too dear for riding, Mr. Rogers snorted, "Huh, I may be a bum rider but I figure I'm still man enough to lope down the avenue in my ripe old age!"

William Edgar Borah, about to change horses, sought a home for Jester, his old mount, aged 14. The new horse was a bay hunter, aged 3, from Virginia. Cautioned about riding it, Senator Borah said: "Well, I haven't had any operation so I am at a better advantage than Will Rogers."

Alfredo Calles, 13, six feet tall, son of President Plutarco Elias Calles of Mexico, visited his sister, Mrs. Thomas Arnold (Ernestina) Robinson, in Manhattan, on his way to New York Military School. When newsgatherers called to see him, he locked himself in the bathroom. Mrs. Robinson sighed: "He is such a rebel!" Mrs. Robinson told how Alfredo disliked automobiles, wanted to see a snowstorm, was fascinated by the subway.

Irving T. Bush, Manhattan industrialist, onetime (1923,24) president of the New York Chamber of Commerce, wrote in Current History for September. "The mandate idea has become so popular that even here in democratic America we are beginning to talk about it, but "if it be applied to Mexico it means that a control of Mexican affairs must be exercised against the will of an established Mexican, government. ... 'A policeman's life is not a happy one.* I believe a League of American Nations, conceived in the right spirit, will do great good. If it means Pan-Americanism, as that term is usually conceived--I want none of it. If it be conceived in a spirit of responsibility to high American ideals and standards, I want all I can get of it."

The Very Rev. William Ralph

Inge predicted, in the London Evening Standard, that in 2000 A. D. a federation of Latin American republics and the U. S. would constitute the two greatest world powers, European states--save possibly Russia--becoming "relatively unimportant."

John Davison Rockefeller Sr.

leaned forward from the back seat of his Lincoln limousine, which had been halted in Matawan, N. J., by Policeman Sproul, to answer the policeman's question. Certainly, replied Mr. Rockefeller, the officer might stand on his runningboard and his chauffeur ("Phillips") might overtake a speeder the officer desired to apprehend. Mr. Rockefeller sank back again into the cushions, peered out at a mile of landscape which slipped by in about one minute, watched the officer hand their quarry a summons, handed the officer five new dimes.

Dikran Kuyumjian ("Michael Arlen"), novelist, was reported ill, despondent, trying to gather strength in Switzerland for an operation, his second within two years, which was "expected to diminish his nervous vitality."

Gene Tunney was escorted, after a welcoming demonstration by a Chicago mob, to his training camp at Lake Villa, III. As is usual on such momentous occasions, a dozen motorcycle police "made way" for the celebrity's car at about 60 m.p.h. Hitting a bump, Officer Frank Truba's motorcycle careened into two others--smash. Mr. Tunney leaped from his motor, knelt, helped give first aid. . . . Later somebody asked Mr. Tunney if boxing was conducive to ideals. Said he: "Ideals are congenial."

* A mistake. In Gilbert & Sullivan's Pirates of Penzance the chorus sings: "A policeman's lot is not a happy one."