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

Austrian-born Engineer Gustav Lindenthal, builder of New York City's Hellgate Bridge, co-builder of the Pennsylvania Railroad Tunnels under the Hudson River and planner of the prospective bridge to span the Hudson at Manhattan's 57th Street, celebrated his 81st birthday and said: "In half a century, perhaps . . . New York will . . . rise a great, white, shining city, such as the world has never known, and men will be more at peace there than anywhere on the earth. . . . But I know what will happen in 200 years. . . . New York will be like a ripe apple. All things must ripen. And then New York will drop away. Its vast population will move southward. There will be no coal to keep the millions warm here. . . . All of this that we are building will mean nothing except something for men to remember for a thousand years--the great steel city. ... Its climax will be the climax of the Steel Age. . . . There will be no more ore, no more steel."

Departing from Manhattan for Italy, famed Historian Guglielmo Ferrero said to interviewers: "I found great progress in America's intellectual views. There is a hunger for facts. It may be traced chiefly to your public schools and colleges and to your magnificent system of newspapers."

Aged Singer Ernestine Schumann-Heink helped dedicate a memorial auditorium in Sacramento, Calif. She instructed U. S. War mothers who had been wrangling over the presence of Negro, Japanese and Chinese children at the dedication: "As a War mother I know what it means to suffer. I gave five sons, four to Uncle Sam and one to his old fatherland. It is up to War mothers to teach their children the love of law, and not make a difference between black or yellow or brown or white skins. . . . You make war among yourselves--through your children!"

At Omaha, Neb. Brig.-General LeRoy Eltinge was delirious, refused to take medicine prescribed for him. He cried to the nurse: "Who are you to tell me, the commander of an entire brigade, what to do?" The nurse masked her voice and growled: "I am General Pershing; I command you to take your medicine." Delirious General Eltinge raised his hand in a feeble salute, took the medicine, soon died.

Secretary of War Patrick Jay Hurley exhibited to friends in the War Department a cut lip. Said he: "I'm teaching my seven-year-old son [Wilson] how to box. Today he lammed me."

In Manhattan to see about business matters before going to Taos, N. Mex., Mrs. David Herbert Lawrence, German relict of the British writer, cousin of the late great German War Ace Manfred von Richthofen, said: "We were together for 18 years. I was a married woman of 32 and had three children when we met. And he was 26. He had no money, and my family cut me off. Such courage he had! . . . You would know he was unusual, just by seeing him in a crowd." Concerning John Middleton Murry, whose biography of Lawrence recently appeared (TIME, May 4), she cried: "Murry is exploiting his acquaintance with Lawrence just as he exploited [his late wife] Katherine Mansfield! I suppose now he will do the same thing about his acquaintance with Arnold Bennett!"

Scene: the main reading room of Yale University's expensive new Sterling Memorial Library. Time: convivial Derby Day last fortnight (TIME, May 25). Characters: Author Harry Sinclair Lewis, Yale 1907, possessor of a large gold medal worth $500 which he received along with his $46,350 Nobel Prize; Harrison Smith, Yale 1907, tall, dignified publisher (Jonathan Cape & Harrison Smith, Inc.); Dr. Charles Everett Rush, associate librarian in charge during the absence of Librarian Andrew Keogh; Gary Selden Rodman, an editor of Yale's Harkness Hoot, friend of Author Lewis. Dialog:

Author Lewis: Have you a permanent loan?

Dr. Rush: What do you mean by that, Mr. Lewis?

Author Lewis: I mean just what I say. Have you a permanent loan or have you not?

Dr. Rush: We have a permanent exhibit which I would be glad to show you.

Author Lewis: No, no, no. I mean a place where you show coins and medals and things. I was thinking about a medal.

Dr. Rush: I'd be glad to have you see our coin exhibit and talk to Dr. Keogh about it.

Publisher Smith: Couldn't we see that?

Dr. Rush: Yes, I'd be glad to show it.

Author Lewis: No, I don't want to see it. (Exit with Publisher Smith.)

Editor Rodman: I wouldn't have brought him around if I knew he was this way. I'm awfully sorry.

Last week Author Lewis explained that he had been offering Yale University his Nobel Prize Medal for its "permanent loan exhibit," that the university authorities were "very uncordial about it."

Newton Diehl Baker was succeeded as president of the Woodrow Wilson Foundation by onetime U. S. Ambassador to Japan Roland Sletor Morris and as president of the American Association for Adult Education by Banker Felix M. Warburg.

For advertisements of Manhattan's Sheffield Farms, a division of National Dairy Products Corp., Thomas Alva Edison lent his photograph and wrote: "The Almighty knew His business when He apportioned milk.* He is the best chemist we have."

* Formula: 3.5% fat, 3.98% casein, .77% albumin, 4% milk sugar, .7% ash (salts), .18% miscellaneous solids, 86.87% water.

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