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

To the harp plinks of "Just a Song at Twilight," 40 loyal crusaders trooped into a festive Manhattan dining room, burst out: "Happy birthday, dear doctor, happy birthday to you." Beaming across his dinner table on his 80th birthday was silvery, bright-eyed Dr. Charles Giffen Pease, founder-president of the Non-Smokers' Protective League. Bristling enemy of coffee, tea, cocoa, chocolates, meats, drugs, medicines and vaccination. All through the vegetarian banquet which followed, the 40 guests talked of Dr. Pease's successful campaign in 1909 to have smoking banned in New York City subways. No one had forgotten his subsequent practice of arresting subway smokers on the spot, or the occasion when he struck a cigaret from the lips of a fellow-passenger in a Pullman washroom. When the 40 had drained their glasses of grapefruit juice, up rose Mrs. Audrey Fiedler to tell how Dr. Pease adopted her four years ago, saved her from eight drug-dosing physicians.

Only hitch in the banquet came when Dr. Pease could find no match to light the candles on his cake. At length one guest proffered a cigaret lighter, explained that he used it only to light his way home on winter evenings. Gingerly the president of the Non-Smokers' Protective League took the instrument, lighted the candles. Purred he, "God bless you all."

At the head of a band of 104 settlers, sallow, thin-faced Ethan Allen, lineal descendant of the Green Mountain general of the Revolution, set out from Minneapolis to found a co-operative homestead settlement in northern Minnesota. Shrewd Leader Allen had persuaded the U. S. Government to buy 640 acres of land for $9,000. After one winter in a community log house, each family will receive, in addition to land, two cows, two pigs, a hive of bees, 100 chickens, farm machinery, a house costing $1,500--all free.

Back at his Manhattan law office, after a vacation in Pinehurst, N. C., was George Washington, Yaleman, onetime (1929-31) Rhodes scholar, great great great great grandnephew of the first President.

"COLONEL LINDBERG ARRIVING ON DAMSTERDYK" This telegram, received in a Liverpool shipping office, caused clerks, sailors, housewives and steamship officials to drop their work, swarm over the docks, prepare a rousing welcome for Colonel Charles Augustus Lindbergh. In the midst of a great din the Dutch freighter Damsterdyk tied up. Down the gangplank, blinking behind heavy spectacles, marched Colonel Irving Augustus Isaac Lindberg, High Commissioner of Nicaragua, Collector-General of Customs. Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary, whose biggest duty is to appease Nicaragua's foreign bondholders. Vastly disgruntled, the crowd drifted away.

Having received 3,000 new books for the prison library, the warden of the Penitentiary at Joliet, Ill. appointed as "literary censor" Convict Nathan Leopold who, with Richard Loeb, murdered young Bobbie Franks in 1923. Censor Leopold will expurgate "objectionable ideas."

To the chagrin of Scotland Yard its sleuths had to admit last week that they could not find a $35,000 diamond bracelet lost at the Duke of Kent's wedding by the No. 1 bridesmaid, Crown Princess Juliana of the Netherlands, dumpling daughter of the World's Wealthiest Woman, Her Majesty Queen Wilhelmina.

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