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

Frank Billings Kellogg was caught last week by London newsgatherers between the studio of Philip Alexius Laszlo de Lombos, who is painting a Kellogg portrait to hang in the State Department at Washington, and a golf course. Said Mr. Kellogg: "I said almost everything one could say in regard to international peace during my term as Secretary of State. . . . As one of the authors of the Peace Pact, I should not talk about it, but I feel satisfied that it made a great impression throughout the world."

The late great John Wanamaker,

Philadelphia merchant, saved his heirs $10,000,000 in inheritance taxes and per-haps did pioneer work in will-making when he started, several years before his death at 84, in 1922, making confident, frequent, undoubtedly sincere statements that he expected to live to be 100. When, at 82, he transferred business interests valued at $36,000,000 to his son, the late Lewis Rodman Wanamaker, he clearly did not do so "in contemplation of death." Thus ruled the U. S. Board of Tax Appeals last week.

Anne Forrest, actress, about to open in Manhattan in Carnival, was last week hospitalized in Hartford, Conn. Cause: a limousine-taxicab collision. Said she: "I'd rather have had my arms and legs broken than have this happen to my face."

Mrs. Francis Ouimet, wife of the one-time (1913) U. S. open and (1914) amateur golf champion, was hospitalized last week in Arlington, Mass. Cause: an auto-mobile-trolley crash.

Henry M. Blackmer, fugitive from the U. S. since the oil scandals, has "cleaned up" some 50 millions in Europe, said a Denver friend last week.

Cinemactress Alma Rubens was freed last week from a Spadra, Calif., hospital for narcotics addicts (TIME, March 4). By direction of her mother, Mrs. Theresa Rubens, she was placed in a sanitarium in South Pasadena. One Henry Foo, a Chinese inmate of the Spadra institution, got out about the same time but was recaptured. In his possession was a diamond ring belonging to Alma Rubens. Said he: "Miss Rubens gave it to me. I carried her a bouquet every morning, cooked nice things for her." Publisher A. R. Keller of Town Topics (society gossip weekly) was called to Manhattan's Jefferson Market Police Court last week to look at a wrinkled little woman who had been picked up by a detective in the Broadway crush at 34th Street. There she had stood, in the rain, holding out her hand for nickels and dimes; had been tried, convicted for begging, remanded for sentence. Publisher Keller said she was 72, had been missing from home two days, was Mrs. Emma Schmid, his sister, wife of a retired Manhattan physician. She was old, he explained; had forgotten who and what she was. He took her home in a taxicab. Brig. Gen. Jay Johnson Morrow, U. S. A., retired, of Englewood, N. J., elder (59 to 56) brother of U. S. Ambassador to Mexico Dwight Whitney Morrow, has attended about 300 performances of the Metropolitan Opera since 1925. An inveterate operagoer since 1891, he last week gave an interview to the New York Sun on the general subject: "When was the golden age of opera?" His answer: "Right now! . . . The legends the old-timers have built . . . are much exaggerated." Major General Wendell Cushing Neville, Marine Corps Commandant, uninjured veteran of four wars, fell in his bathtub at Washington last week, broke a rib. James Couzens, U. S. Senator from Michigan, multimillionaire, antagonist of Secretary of the Treasury Mellon on all fiscal matters, has sporting instincts. When the U. S. sued him for some $10,000,000 as unpaid taxes on his Ford stock sale profits, Senator Couzens told friends that the money involved meant nothing to him, that if he won, he would donate it to his favorite philanthropy--child welfare. He not only won the suit but collected an additional $900,000 from the U. S. Last week he created a $10,000,000 trust fund for the promotion of child health, welfare and happiness. The whole sum must be spent in 25 years. Matthew Chauncey Brush of Manhattan, railroad director (Boston Elevated, Pere Marquette, Brooklyn-Manhattan Transit, New Orleans, Texas & Mexico, et al.), president of American International Corp. (potent investment trust), went last week, as is his wont, to the Ringling Bros., Barnum & Bailey circus. He had a box at Madison Square Garden, Manhattan. He watched and thoroughly enjoyed the clowns, the acrobats, the wire walkers, the Human Projectile. But more and most he enjoyed, as he always does, going down to see the elephants; finding Babe, his favorite elephant; patting her, complimenting her, feeding her bread, peanuts, carrots. A bachelor, Mr. Brush is a consistent elephantophile. In his apartment are herds of elephants, large and small, young and old, elephants of ivory, ebony, bronze, iron, marble, silver, gold. The only kind of elephant he does not own is a living elephant. Four years ago he gave a party on the roof of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. It was a circus party, with real live lions, horses, clowns, freaks, and two real live elephants.