"Names make news." Last week the following names made the following news:

Henry Ford emerged from a 1928 model Ford sedan to browse in the antique shop of Mrs. L. A. Eaton at Conneaut, Ohio. His browsing cost him $1,100; cost Mrs. Eaton practically her entire stock. Strict prohibitionist, Collector Ford defied the Volstead law, bought a bottle of Milwaukee beer, vintage 1848. Two days later Ford employes celebrated the 25th anniversary of the Ford Motor Co. by working.

Wilhelm II, onetime Kaiser and All Highest, observed at Doom, last week, with a simple devotional service the 40th anniversary of his ascension to the Imperial and Royal Thrones of Germany and Prussia. General Fink von Finkenstein, one of the four personal adjutants of Wilhelm II, said to correspondents: "His Majesty's life is full of activity. He keeps us all busy. Hundreds of letters are received and answered daily."

Henry H. Rogers, Jr., grandson of John D. Rockefeller's old partner in Standard Oil, son of the yachting Colonel, brother of beautiful, sensational Millicent, onetime Countess Salm and now Mrs. Arturo Ramos, does not object to dirty fingernails. In the Cleveland laboratory of Engineer E. M. Fraser, helping perfect an electric drive for automobiles, young Rogers, Oxford graduate, declared: "I would rather cast a generator part than anything else I can think of."

Jacob Ruppert, brewer, owner of the New York Yankees, vowed last week he would never marry. Said he: "A hundred years from now there will be no marriages. . . . The only way marriage can be a success is for the husband and wife to live separately and see each other only a few times each week. . . . Married women are the most successful companions in the world--for the bachelors. ... If it becomes necessary for me to find companionship, I'll go to an Old Man's home."

Andrew Jackson Gillis, rowdy mayor of the city of Newburyport, Mass., was fined $500 last week for destroying Newburyport trees without a permit. He pleaded an honest concern for Newburyport traffic conditions. He appealed.

Harry F. Byrd, governor of Virginia, telephoned from the capitol at Richmond to Paris for the purpose of telling Julian Green that his novel, The Closed Garden, was great and to invite him to return to Richmond as guest of the Byrds. Novelist Green, Virginia native, does his writing in France.

Feodor Chaliapin, famed basso profundo of the Metropolitan Opera Company, being entertained by the Berlin Actors' Club, was asked to amuse his hosts with a specimen of song. He arose but instead of singing, delivered a brief address on his life. "Sing, sing!" shouted the bad actors. Chaliapin drew a charcoal cartoon of himself which amused his audience but did not stop their demands for song. Chaliapin rose a third time, went through the motions of an aria, puffing his chest, swinging his arms, opening and shutting his mouth like a large Russian goldfish, without making a sound. After the performance was over, he said that he could not sing for nothing because of his contracts.

Justice Edward James Gavegan of

the New York Supreme Court labored six days and rested on the seventh, labored again six days and on the second seventh counted his labors. In the fortnight he had called 18,146 cases to his bar. Four out of five he was obliged to continue. Yet the nearly 4,000 cases of which he disposed represented amazingly expeditious, probably record, court action.

Edward Sanford Martin, 72, retired as chief editorial writer' for Life. He wrote Life's very first editorial in 1883, saying: "We wish to have some fun in this paper and to have it as nearly of the right sort as may be." Since then Mr. Martin has written nearly every editorial that appeared in Life. His last words were: "And another thing! When you are out in the shopping district, do you sometimes get a disagreeable sensation of everything being for sale? Well, this present world is rather too much that way. Maybe that is on the way to being mended also." Elmer Davis, 38, succeeds Mr. Martin on Life's editorial page.

John Rockefeller Prentice, grandson of John D. Rockefeller, received the degree of B. A. from Yale University. The press gave him more space than any other graduate of the year 1928. It was recalled how he was suspended from Yale in 1920 for cutting too many classes, how he went to work as an office boy in Boston, how he returned to Yale in 1924, earned his expenses by being a night telephone operator at the New Haven Hospital, won prizes in oratory, Latin and all-round scholarship. He now plans to study law at Yale.

General Umberto Nobile and friends were last week being rescued. Ice breakers from Norway and Russia, airplanes from Italy and France, Finland and Sweden, sought to batter their way to three moving targets on the Arctic ice packs. From the chaos of radio messages, authentic and faked, which told of the disaster to the expedition of Polar Pilgrim Nobile, these facts at length emerged: Pilgrim Nobile with five companions, one seriously injured, was perilously adrift on an island of blinding ice, which was growing steadily smaller as water channels opened; seven men, cast loose in the airship after the wreck, were lost to the world; three were attempting to reach the mainland on foot.

Ships and planes, heading north, brought food, medicines, snow glasses, gum boots, guns. Unlike Eskimos, Italians cannot trap seals by hand, find it difficult to bag polar bears. Unconfirmed reports said the thiee Arctic pedestrians were safe aboard an ice breaker. Capt. Roald Amundsen, not on speaking terms ,,ith Pilgrim Nobile, forgot personal enmities to lead a rescue expedition.