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

Suffering from leg ulcers, poor blood circulation and a weak heart since last December, 79-year-old Pope Pius XI rose from bed. walked a few, unsteady steps, exclaimed: "You see. . . . Thanks be to God!"

Hopping off after a week's sightseeing in Rome, Colonel & Mrs. Charles Augustus Lindbergh paused at Palermo, Sicily, stopped at Tripoli to visit Governor-General Italo Balbo, flew on to Cairo.

Clutching a flopping, broad-brimmed black hat and four books of his verse (The Man with the Hoe, Lincoln and Other Poems, The Shoes of Happiness, Eighty Songs at Eighty), hoary Poet Edwin Markham, 84, hobbled feebly into a Brooklyn court whither he had been summoned on petition of his sister-in-law.

After two neurologists testified that encephalitis had impaired his memory, he sadly admitted that he could recall nothing about his estimated $60,000 estate. Judged incompetent, he struggled to his feet nervously extending a paper, stammered: "Gentlemen, I want you to hear me." The judge took the paper, saw that it was blank.

Declared to be suffering from schizophrenia, Maurice Fox, brother of onetime Cinemagnate William Fox, had his marriage annulled by his wife, a Jersey City school teacher, who pronounced him an "eccentric and a playboy," testified that on their honeymoon he had ordered 28 blankets brought to their bedroom.

During his coming two-week visit to Hollywood Jean Harlow announced she would be hostess to chief G-Man J, Edgar Hoover, who met her at the President's Birthday Ball in Washington, staged a machine-gun demonstration for her amusement.

To the President, 47 Governors, the Governor General of Canada and the Presidents of all Central American Republics, Governor Philip Fox La Follette mailed a valentine consisting of a heart-shaped Wisconsin cheese.

For the first time in his life House Speaker William Brockman Bankhead watched his daughter Tallulah act in a finished play (Reflected Glory), tearfully observed as the curtain fell: "Parental restraint prevents my gushing. . . ." Before the curtain rose, he signed the $950,000,000 Relief Deficiency Bill in his box.

Relieved when a Kansas City surgeon finished probing through his nose and throat, cutting out follicular tissue about his tonsils, Baritone Nelson Eddy elatedly squealed, "Doc, you're making a soprano out of me," broke into Ol' Man River. Gargled he, dancing a jig and forgetfully swallowing the throat wash: "It may seem ironical that a featured singer on a throat remedy radio program [Vick's] must have his throat attended to. ... I am reluctant to say that I am going to have four notes more range and . . . twice the volume."

"Not brave enough" to see herself on the screen, Viennese Cinemactress Elisabeth Bergner fidgeted in an office at the London Pavilion while Queen Mary viewed her latest film. Dreaming Lips, crept to her seat in time to be presented as the performance ended.

Reputedly suffering from a tropical disease, bluff British Promoter Francis William Rickett, who wangled Standard Vacuum Oil Co.'s short-lived Ethiopian oil concession of 1935 (TIME, Sept. 9. 1935 et seq.), resigned as Master of Foxhounds of the Craven Hunt in Berkshire when his doctors forbade him to ride for ten months.

Left practically nothing by her famed flying husband who crashed with Will Rogers in Alaska 18 months ago (TIME, Aug. 26, 1935), but paid $25,000 by Congress for his world-girdling airplane Winnie Mae, Mrs. Wiley Post enrolled in an Oklahoma City secretarial school.

Nursing a broken leg received in the plane crash which cost her husband's life last month (TIME, Jan. 20), self-reliant Explorer Osa Johnson declared in a Los Angeles hospital that she would resume picture-taking in the African jungle, would next trek through the Belgian Congo. Said she: "I am quite capable of managing an expedition by myself."

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