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

After celebrating Mass on the Feast of the Assumption, Pope Pius XI motored through the gardens of his summer residence at Castel Gandolfo, Italy, then got out of his auto and walked about for several minutes. It was his longest walk this year.

Detroit's new Archbishop Edward Mooney told Rev. William Henigan that golf might well be the barometer of a priest's endeavors. Said he: "If your score is over 100 you are neglecting your golf--if it falls below 90, you are neglecting your parish."*

Ill of colitis aboard his yacht Philante in New Harbor, off Block Island, R. L, lay Thomas Octave Murdoch Sopwith, unsuccessful challenger for the America's Cup.

The New York Yankees' crack Pitcher Vernon ("Lefty") Gomez, ardent believer in astrology, blamed Finsler's Comet (TIME, Aug. 2) for his failure to win a baseball game in a month. "On July IQ," said sad Pitcher Gomez, "I beat Cleveland for my 13th victory. Then Finsler's Comet began to edge into the picture and I knew right off I was cooked. Comets and left-handed pitchers don't go well together."

In a Providence, R. I. court, Socialite Francis Ormond French, onetime Boston insurance agent, who last year embarrassed his son-in-law John Jacob Astor 3rd by writing about his life in society, filed a petition in voluntary bankruptcy. Among the creditors listed were Empire Trust Co. ($2,875), Dr. Callahan, of Bull Street, Newport ($10), Newport One-Price Clothing Co. ($6.35), Good Will Cleansers ($6.20), Wing Lee, laundryman ($1.48), Western Union Telegraph Co. (38-c-). In 1923, when broke, Socialite French took an unsuccessful flyer at driving a taxicab.

In the Manhattan publishing office of Charles Scribner's Sons was aging Author Max Eastman (Enjoyment of Laughter) conferring with Editor Maxwell Perkins. In walked hefty Author Ernest Hemingway (Death in the Afternoon) and demanded an explanation for Eastman's writing an article in the New Republic, later reprinted in a book of essays, called "Bull In The Afternoon" which concluded: "But some circumstance seems to have laid upon Hemingway a continual sense of the obligation to put forth evidence of red-blooded masculinity ... a literary style, you might say, of wearing false hair on the chest." Author Hemingway called for a mutual baring of bosoms. What next occurred is the subject of variorum accounts. Author Eastman's version: "I knew he could knock me out quickly in a boxing match, so I grappled with him and threw him on his back across Max Perkins' desk and then over the desk and down on his head in a corner." Author Hemingway offered his story as he sailed for Spain. On his forehead were bruises, on his arms, scars. His version: "Max Eastman didn't do that to me. I got so mad . . . that I wound up by throwing the book in his face. I didn't really sock him. If I had I might have knocked him through the window and out into Fifth Avenue. That would have been fine, wouldn't it? I just held him off. I didn't want to hurt him."

*Archbishop Mooney consistently plays under 80.

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