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

David Lloyd George, strode, for the first time in his long life, upon a public race track. He wore a light blue hat, dark blue coat, many-colored bow tie. He seemed happy to see the horses run and lather; but he placed no bets. He, a Welsh Baptist, has long found his strongest support among sections of the British public which frown upon horse racing. Yet he caused more excitement at the track than the horses themselves.

Rev. Dr. William Archibald Spooner, onetime warden of New College, Oxford, celebrated last fortnight his golden wedding anniversary. He has long been aware that he is the cause of the appearance of the word "spoonerism" in the Oxford English Dictionary. A spoonerism is the transposition of two sounds, or of the first letters of two words, in a simple sentence. In 1879, Dr. Spooner announced a hymn as "The Kinquering Congs Their Titles Take." Since then, he has been labeled the author of countless spoonerisms. But, on his golden wedding celebration, he stoutly maintained that "Kinquering Congs" was his one and only spoonerism, that it was a slip of his tongue.

Other famed spoonerisms:

"It is kistomary to cuss the bride."

"Have you, my brethren, ever nurtured in your bosom a half-warmed fish?"

Saint Joan of Arc was declared last week Saint of Wireless by French amateurs and French navy wireless operators.

In Paris, daughters of Georges Clemenceau, 87, took him to see, last week, his first cinema: shots of himself, the Tiger, in his remote walled garden by the sea. Crowds cheered the astonished and happy old spectator.

Helen Wills recently set the Los Angeles Tennis Club clucking and fussing. They invited her to play at their tournament and in expectation had "some lovely silver" engraved with her name. She refused to attend, as player or spectator. Reason: blisters on her feet, which her mother feared might cause osteomyelitis (inflammation of the bone).

Alice Anne Montgomery, Duchess (in her own right) of Buckingham and Chandos, returned from Scotland with her usual autumn armful of water colors, including one of a woman 86 years old which Her Grace calls Grannie in the Moors.

Henry Ford himself drove a new Ford sedan 60 m.p.h. for 8,000 feet, last week, to celebrate the opening of a new stretch of road near Wayside Inn, Sudbury, Mass. On the day before, Mrs. Henry Ford had made a speech before the Women's National Farm & Garden Association,* characterizing her husband as "easy going." She also said that he had purchased Wayside Inn to save it from becoming "a common roadhouse."

John Pierpont Morgan might well have said last week: "A reckless liar named Bernard F. Champayne, posing as my grandson, obtained $15,000 from Mrs. B. P. Fields of Ginter Park near Richmond, Va., and became engaged to her daughter. Liar Champayne was sentenced last week to serve ten years in a common jail."

Arthur Atwater Kent announced that his firm had turned out last week its 2,000,000th radio set. "Let the winner of the U. S. presidential election," said Mr. Kent, "be presented with this set, for he will find by radio what the nation is doing, saying, thinking."

John Daniel Hertz, president of the Yellow Cab Co., has sent his favorite grandson out of the town of Carey, out of the city of Chicago, out of the State of Illinois, to an unknown (to the public) destination. The reason: Mr. Hertz had received several anonymous letters threatening his grandson with kidnaping or sudden death. Chicago police believe these letters a part of the bitter and violent war between Checker and Yellow taxicab drivers. Three weeks ago, somebody set fire to Mr. Hertz's stables at Carey, Ill., burning to death eleven thoroughbred horses. A jockey saved Reigh Count and Anita Peabody (TIME, Oct. 15).

Milton Snavely Hershey, milk-chocolate man, of Hershey, Pa., announced that he would give away his Hershey mansion to be used as a clubhouse for the 170-acre community golf course which he had previously given to the town of Hershey. Long ago, he had beneficently converted the farmhouse in which he was born into the Hershey Industrial School for orphaned boys.

Pope Pius XI abandoned for one afternoon his daily exercise of strolling in the Vatican gardens. Instead, he went through his private door into St. Peter's, where he climbed slowly and cautiously up a wooden scaffolding to the very top of Michelangelo's famed dome, where he peered intently at a crack. Soon His Holiness came to the conclusion that the crack was not dangerous, that the dome would not crumble or crash upon worshipers. In this, he was in agreement with engineers. There have been several cracks in the dome of St. Peter's, but centuries have not caused them to grow wider. Last week's crack was said to be caused by a new drain.

To hush such hurricanes as wrecked Porto Rico, Florida and intervening districts recently, Professor William Suddards Franklin, Massachusetts Institute of Technology physicist,* last week suggested that a file of 20 or 30 very large steel funnels be erected across southern Florida and the Bahamas. In the narrow, bottom end of each cone might be put a ton or more of gunpowder. When a hurricane lowered, the powder might be exploded. That should shoot from each cone a column of warm, moist air, which should douse the atmospheric storm. Cost of the cones would be several million dollars.

Cornelius Crane, son of Richard Teller Crane Jr. (president, the Crane Co.--fine plumbing, pipe, valves), and nephew of Charles Richard Crane (1920-21 Minister to China), heads the expedition which left Boston last week on the brigantine-rigged yacht Illyria to hunt poisonous sea snakes along the East Indian coral reefs. The party intends traveling 30,000 miles across and around the Pacific.

To certify that the late Dr. William Thomas Green Morton (1819-1868), Boston dentist, was the first to use anesthetics in surgery (in 1846), professional anesthetists have put his bust in Massachusetts General Hospital, Boston. It shows him as he probably looked in 1846, with thick mustache and mutton-chop whiskers.

The Son of the Sultan of Zanzibar

Is proud of his Whippet four touring car.

When the monarch has suffered man's usual fate,

The son will be head of the Zanzibar state,

But he couldn't be happier (as here is shown)

If already he sat on the Zanzibar throne!

A picture of a blackamoor youth at the wheel of a Whippet was captioned with the above doggerel, last week, and sent out by smart minions of.John North Willys as a publicity release.

* Of which Mrs. Ford is president.

*Not to be confused with Professor Philip Franklin, M. I. T.'s mathematician.