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

Prince Nobuhito Takamatsu, 23, son of the late Emperor of Japan, Yoshihito, and brother of the present Emperor, Hirohito, heard last week the cry of "MAN OVERBOARD," in Japanese. He ripped off part of his clothing, dived from the cruiser Yakumo into Melbourne Harbor, rescued a drowning sailor.

Dwight Whitney Morrow, Ambassador to Mexico, returned to Mexico City after a vacation in Chihuahua (northern Mexico). A goodwill speaker said: "There should be four Morrows for Latin America." Ambassador Morrow replied: "There are exactly that number in my family who are joining me." The Morrow family is composed of: Mr. Morrow, Mrs. (Elizabeth Reeve Cutter) Morrow, and four children, Elizabeth, Anne, Dwight, Constance.

Sinclair Lewis bought, last week, a 295-acre farm in Barnard, Vt, about 15 miles from Plymouth, President Coolidge's birthsite.

Struthers Burt, novelist, publicist, said in apiece in the North American Review for October: ". . . In my youth* I read The American Mercury. Let me whiSper something to you confidentially. The American Mercury . . . most of it isn't true. It's clever, it is often an excellent irritant, but it isn't true. If a horse has the colic you can get him to his feet by putting turpentine on his belly, but the turpentine is neither the whole truth about the horse nor an actual cure for the colic."

Jack Dempsey last week sold to Norman de Vaux, Durant motorman, for $650,000 the Barbara Hotel in San Francisco.

Henry Ford lunched obscurely in a Manhattan hotel grill last week. He was seated at a prominent table, but few recognized him. For luncheon he consumed: a cup of hot water, clear bean soup, chicken livers (which are having a gastronomic vogue) and mushrooms, a glass of milk.

Mrs. Helena Springer Green Raskob,

wife of the Chairman of the National Democratic Committee, handed to detectives four letters signed "Francis X. Watt," and demanding $100,000 on pain of destruction for her home at Claymont, Del., and death for her husband. The letters referred to the recent death, in an auto smash, of William F. Raskob (second son) and to a day when Chairman Raskob had to crawl out of an elevator which stalled high up in its shaft in the Savoy Plaza, Manhattan. ... In Philadelphia, the detectives chased a sedan with a liveried Negro chauffeur, captured one Frank

C. Mooney, 67; stooped, sullen, bespectacled, twice arrested before for swindles. He confessed attempting "the most despicable of all criminality--blackmailing."

The late King Cyrus the Great of

Persia (600-529 B.C.) built himself a mighty tomb. Its picture appears in practically every student's Ancient History book. Last week a German, Professor Ernst Herzfeld, sent a despatch from Persia belying the authenticity of that tomb. He has found, he wrote, inscriptions of the true tomb on a plateau over-looking the Plain of Murghab, the true site of Cyrus's vanished capital, Pasargadae.

Cornelius Vanderbilt Jr., young publisher of three tabloids which died quickly, was completely reconciled, last week, with his parents, Gen. and Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt. "They no longer oppose my career as a journalist," said Son Vanderbilt, as he continued writing pieces for syndicates and magazines to help pay off his tabloid debts.

James ["Bud"] Stillman, Manhattan banker's son, who, as every gum-chewer knows, married the Cinderella of the Canadian woods, entered last week the Harvard Medical School. He took up residence with his wife (nee Lena Wilson) in Brookline, Mass. Said she: "This home of ours is really a student home. My husband has to study hard, you know. . . . His career is ahead of him and he doesn't want to be interrupted by too much gaiety."

Ludwig Lewisohn, Jewish author who has suffered from Christian ostracism, recommends in his new book, Midchannel, that states invest rabbis with full legal powers in affairs affecting Jews, especially concerning marriage and divorce. Several European countries have such autonomous courts. Manhattan has an extra-legal one whose chief function has become the smoothing of disputes between Jewish manufacturers and tradesmen.

George A. Lytton, Chicago men's-clothing tycoon, sportsman,* has a daughter, Rosemary, old enough to go to parties. Last week, she announced that parties are a "bore," went to work in The Hub, which is the name of her father's men's-clothing store. "By spring," said she, "I hope to have attained some slight degree of success. . . ."

Lord Melchett, onetime Sir Alfred Mond, paid $200,000 for a servant who can do no work. But the servant is pleasant to look at--for it is a painting by Rembrandt of his own servant, Hendrickje Stoffels. Sir Joseph Duveen, the seller, said that he was glad an Englishman got the painting, though an American would have paid him a higher price.

Julian Sorell Huxley, biologist-writer grandson of Thomas Henry Huxley (Darwin's protagonist), eldest son of Leonard Huxley (editor, Cornhill Magazine), brother of Aldous Leonard Huxley (writer of lightly ironical books) last week was trying to organize a grand telepathic powwow. Beginning this month and continuing for 16 weeks he wants people who believe that they can propel their ideas and wishes towards others to try doing so, and report results to him.* Particularly does he want the blind to experiment "to determine whether a special sensitiveness compensates for the loss of sight."

The 75-year-old twin sons of Gen. Charles Henry Montgomerie y Agramonte, heard that their father had celebrated his 98th birthday on the porch of his home in Popotla, near Mexico City, with many a friend and with the words: "All my life I have drunk Bourbon whiskey and I haven't got through yet." The twin sons congratulated him by cable from Paris. Father Agramonte still goes to his law office (except on holidays), is a patent attorney for Oilman Edward L. Doheny. He has fought all over the face of the earth--in the Civil, Cuban and Crimean Wars, in the India mutiny, in the Maori insurrection in New Zealand.

Evangeline Lindbergh, mother of a hero, got headlines last week in Naples, Rome and Constantinople newspapers. She left Naples last week for Rome; flew from Brindisi to Constantinople where she will teach chemistry at the American Women's College.

"I am not Lindbergh," cried a slim, tall, blond youth as a crowd rushed at him and cheered him on a Paris boulevard one afternoon last summer. He was correct. His name is Pierre Tristan, department store clerk. The crowd had been deceived by his physical appearance and by a false French newspaper report that Hero Lindbergh was in Paris. Sacha Guitry, actor, manager, playwright, heard of the incident, wrote a play about Lindbergh's actual experiences in France, added a love theme, signed Pierre Tristan to play the lead. Last week stage-shy and crowd-shy Tristan was going through rehearsals.

Queen Victoria of Sweden, chronic invalid, inherited last week from her brother, the Duke of Baden, the Island of Mainau in Lake Constance, Germany, on which flourish banana and palm trees.

If you want to buy the Newport, R. I. house of Mrs. Oliver Hazard Perry Belmont and have Gen. Cornelius Vanderbilt and Vincent Astor as your neighbors, you must bid somewhere in the neighborhood of $1,000,000, accompany your bid with a certified check for $50,000 (deposit), and be a person acceptable to Newporters. The successful purchaser will be announced on Oct. 10 in the central hall of the house. The original cost of this white marble dwelling was $5,000,000.

*Figurative. Mr. Burt is 46 years old; the American Mercury four and a half years old. *He was one of the judges in the second Tunney-Dempsey fight.* Address: 31 Hillway, High Gate, N. 6, London, England.