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

With a rich continental accent, a dapper Italian Count for her manager and a lady-like reticence about her private affairs, Josephine Baker, Negro dancer of Paris, returned to Manhattan to exhibit her acts in a new Ziegfeld Follies. When she left the U. S. ten years ago, she was practically unknown. Daughter of a St. Louis department store porter, she had run away from home, earned $25 per week clowning in the chorus of Shuffle Along.

For her first dance in Paris "Mile." Baker wore feathers on her rump, bananas dangling from her belt, nothing else. Parisians were raving overnight about her lithe bronze body, her wild sense of rhythm. Soon she was able to conduct her own night club, buy a chateau, a bed which was supposed to have belonged to Marie Antoinette. To be near her collection of birds and monkeys she had cages built in the house. She ate fish heads and roosters' combs served with special sauces, toured Europe with her own revue, walked the boulevards of Budapest with two swans on a leash. In Manhattan last week she attended the elaborate party which Publisher Conde Nast gave for Composer George Gershwin after the premiere of Porgy and Bess. Next night she went home to St. Louis to see her mother who used to be a washwoman.

Stating that she "would not be justified in accepting such an appropriation from the taxpayers' money," Mrs. Olivia Murray Cutting, rich mother of the late U. S. Senator Bronson Cutting, refused the customary $10,000 voted by the Senate to deceased Senators' next of kin. Senator Cutting left an estate of nearly $4,000,000.

Nonplussed when Democratic Governor Ruby Laffoon made him a Kentucky colonel, Negro John S. Cannon promptly announced: "I am still a Republican."

To Johns Hopkins Hospital went Novelist Joseph Herqesheimer, 55, shrugged when asked if he thought anything serious was the matter with him: ''I am old. Nothing is going to make very much difference now.''

In Texas' House of Representatives at Austin, RFChairman Jesse Holman Jones, heard himself extolled for three hours as Texas' First Citizen, saw his portrait (see cut) unveiled amid cheers of one Governor, six ex-Governors, hundreds of Texas bigwigs. Telegrams were read from President Roosevelt, Vice President Garner, North Carolina's Senator Josiah W. Bailey, who hinted to Chairman Jones: "Maybe in 1940 we'll be looking to you to lead our Party to victory."

Choked Jesse Holman Jones: "Much rather would I have this tribute paid me by these friends than to be President of the U. S."

Told to increase her weight by at least 40 Ib. before she plays plump Queen Victoria in Manhattan this winter, Helen, Hayes ate her first birthday cake in 15 years, proudly announced that she already weighs 103 lb., said. 'I want to be luscious--luscious.''

Driving to catch a plane for New York, John 6 James Roosevelt, youngest & oldest sons of the President, failed to see the lowered gates and red lanterns at an East Boston railroad crossing. Splintering through the gates, John, at the wheel, swerved just in time to wedge his Plymouth coupe between a speeding train and a gate post. While moppets fought for the horn, headlights, windshield wiper of the wrecked car, Brothers John & James pronounced themselves unhurt. Next day Massachusetts' Registrar of Motor Vehicles Frank A. Goodwin exonerated Brother John.

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