"Names make news." Last week the following names made the following news: James Joseph Tunney sent a check for $1,000 to prospective Polar Pilgrim Richard Evelyn Byrd and a telegram: "If the American people knew what you are going to do and the difficulties attending the financing of an expedition of this magnitude, they would overwhelm you. My own check is a very humble indication of my own faith in your purpose."

Will Rogers, in the only daily syndicate feature carried by the New York Times, wrote: "Am here at Winona Lake, Ind. It's to the Presbyterians what the River Jordan was to those foreigners over there in the old days. These meet here to wash their sins away every Summer. Will Hays will be here as soon as he comes from Hollywood."

Sir Ashley Sparks, resident director of the Cunard Line, owns a home at Syosset, Long Island, where he keeps nine servants, four dogs, many a jewel. On May 13, $14,000 worth of jewels disappeared from the house. The servants were questioned; the house was searched; no clew was found. Last week, Sir Ashley's English valet was arrested on a tip from a Manhattan pawnbroker. He confessed to the police that he had stolen the jewels and hidden them in an old coat in his closet in Sir Ashley's house. The jewels were returned to their owner, Mrs. Eleanor Mott, wife of a young plumbing executive and daughter of Sir Ashley.

John Pierpont Morgan's lithe, athletic and slightly deaf cousin, Joseph Clark Grew, the U. S. Ambassador to Turkey, heard a loud cry for help last week while ferrying across the Bosporus, leaped in, rescued the Turkish lady.

Charles Burton Robbins, Assistant Secretary of War, attempted to change seats with a mechanic in a trimotored Fokker transport plane, lost his balance, was thrown to the floor of the cabin, suffered a fractured collarbone, two broken ribs. The accident occurred during a flight from Columbus, Ohio, to Washington. D. C.

Mrs. Oliver Harriman, Manhattan banker's wife, hired in 1893 a maid named Maggie A. Fleming who eventually became too feeble to work and went to an old people's home. Last May she died. Her will, last week filed, bequeathed her entire estate of $6,000 to Mrs. Harriman.

Mrs. William K. Vanderbilt (nee Anne Harriman), while cruising on her yacht last week, received a wireless message saying that her Paris house had been robbed. She prepared to return to the seat of the mystery. The Vanderbilt governess had discovered the lock of the servants' entrance forced open, when she arrived at the house early one morning. On the kitchen table were scattered miniatures with their valuable settings ripped off and a chain of room keys which belonged in a buffet drawer. Upstairs, in the bedrooms, furniture had been overturned and broken, closets and bureau drawers had been ransacked. Yet the housekeeper and six servants remembered hearing no unusual noises that night. No footprints were found in the garden. Two private watchmen in the street saw no intruder enter the house. Art objects and furnishings were missing, but jewels had not been disturbed.

Henry Ford became 65, and said: "You take all the experience and judgment of men over 50 out of the world and there would not be enough left to run it." He was asked how much money he had lost so far making the new model Ford car. "Who said I had lost anything?" he replied. "We can't lose on what doesn't belong to us. The profits we made on 15 million Model T cars was not our money. . . . The money profits came from the people, and we look upon them simply as a public trust which must be put back into the manufacture of something . . . productive. .