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

In Beverly Hills, Calif., one chilly night, police picked up an unsteady partygoer who managed to identify himself as Captain James Allan Mollison, famed British aviator and husband of famed British Aviatrix Amy Johnson Mollison. Sobered, fined $10, Captain Mollison explained in court next morning: "When I consumed three or four cocktails, more or less, it rather topped me. Not at all blotto, you understand, but just jingled, so to speak. I felt top hole but when a couple of your bobbies drove up alongside and suggested that I get in their bus I gladly accepted their invitation. I told them I was on my way to a night club, the Trocadero, and thought they were going to take me there but somehow they missed directions and wound up at the police station. Very rotten taste, you know, mistaking a police station for the Trocadero." Apologizing in New York for the short comings of his sonnet on the death of King George V,* England's sad, frail Poet Laureate John Masefield explained that it was written while he had a bad chest cold, scrawled out with his left hand because California handshakers had disabled his right. The Hecksher Foundation for Children launched a drive for winter relief funds in New York City with a poem composed by chipper, white-bearded Philanthropist August Hecksher, 87. Excerpt: The stars, the stars shine brighter, Search thine immortal soul, Thy heart, thy heart beats lighter, What first we need is -- COAL. In the weekly newspaper of Doom, The Netherlands, Wilhelm von Hohenzollern inserted an advertisement thanking the world Press for its interest in his 77th birthday.

*The sonnet: This man was King in England's direst need; In the black-battled years when hope was gone, His courage was a flag men rallied on; His steadfast spirit shewed him King indeed. And when the war was ended, when the thought Of revolution took its hideous place, His courage and his kindness and his grace Scattered {or charmed) its ministers to naught. No King, of all our many, has been proved By time so savage to the thrones of kings Nor won more simple triumph over fate. He was most royal among royal things, Most thoughtful for the meanest in his State; The best, the gentlest and the most beloved.

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