"Names make news." Last week these names made this news:

One Charlie Cope of Two Rivers. Wis. wrote his wartime friend James Joseph ("Gene") Tunney to ask if he had once taken part in a brawl in a bistro in Romorantin, France. Wrote Fighter Tunney: "How nice of you to send me such a charming letter! It must have been another Marine."

Said Ethel Barrymore, throatily: "It seems to me, sitting at this table with Hauptmann, as if I were sitting at a table with Beethoven, Heine, Goethe -- and Hauptmann. Thank you. I can say no more." Actress Barrymore sat down, sobbed gently into a lace handkerchief. Occasion was a dinner at Manhattan's Lotos Club for Gerhart Hauptmann, famed German dramatist. Sturdy, ruddy at 69, Dramatist Hauptmann was invited to the U. S. by the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace. With him came his second wife and his son, Dr. Benvenuto Hauptmann, translator of Conrad and Kipling, interpreter for his father. At Columbia University Dr. Hauptmann delivered a Goethe centenary address which he was to repeat at Harvard, Johns Hopkins, George Washington University. Said he: "... Man, gripped in disillusionment, blinded by the light of his own achievements, has failed to keep pace with the march of physical accomplishments." Asked in Manhattan if he had more works in mind, he replied, "That rests with God." TIME erred when it reported (Feb. 29) that Henry W. Moltke was a San Francisco taxi driver, instead of a San Francisco policeman. But Policeman Moltke also erred when he told a local judge that he was the grandson of the late great Prussian General Hermuth Carl Bernhard Count von Moltke who died without issue in 1891.

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