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

Cocos Island is an uninhabited spot of jungle in the Pacific, fabled rendezvous of pirates, 500 mi. southwest of Panama. There last week paused the yacht Camargo, carrying Julius Fleischmann, yeast scion, his wife & two small children and three friends on a two-year cruise of the world. To their astonishment the Fleischmann party found signs of life ashore, discovered the abandoned camp of three shipwrecked sailors whose yawl West Wind sailed from San Diego last December. A note stated that the castaways had struck into the interior 48 hr. earlier in search of food because they had exhausted the supply of coconuts near the beach, and that they would return about Nov. 4. The Camargo circled the island, firing her one-pound gun, blowing her whistle, got no response from shore. Then Mr. Fleischmann radioed the U. S. naval base at Balboa, C. Z., whence the gunboat Sacramento was despatched to Cocos Island with medical supplies, a powerful searchlight, equipment for a hazardous search of the island's trackless interior. From Cocos Island the Fleischmann yacht is bound for the Galapagos, Marquezas, Tahiti, Rarotonga, Samoa, Suva, Solomon Islands, New Britain, New Guinea, Timor, Java, Sumatra, Borneo, Manila, Bangkok (and a visit to King Prajadhipok), and west via the Arabian Sea and the Suez Canal. In some of the islands Julius Fleischmann will act as a special representative of the U. S. Department of Commerce, drumming up trade and setting an example of usefulness to other yacht-cruisers.

In Manhattan, witty Dr. John C. A, Gerster, cancer specialist, advised women leaders of a drive for cancer hospital funds to solicit their bootleggers. Said he: ". . . Since they don't pay much in Government taxes maybe these congenial, piratical individuals can be persuaded to contribute to a public cause in this way." Dr. Gerster revealed that he "knew a man who knew Capone" but could hardly solicit him because his friend was "already tied up with Johns Hopkins."

Largest ship afloat, still the favorite of many a seasoned voyager, last week S. S. Majestic saw strange sights. She was placed on the "New York to Nowhere" route for a 26-hr, cruise. All was shipshape until 3 a. m. when the atmosphere in the bar became thoroughly drunken. Rowdies, angry at not being allowed to roll dice on the main deck, started to heave potted plants, get agitated. "Gimme two rods and I'll clean the place out" cried one voice to the horror of the stewards. The scene did not become quiet until eleven RKO girls and their social advisers came in, only to scurry to their cabins before amorous advances. John Quinlan, Master of Ceremonies, announced every event, was glad to announce the sunrise to all who watched it. Not until breakfast time were all heads bandaged, rigid bodies lugged to beds. When the ship docked, three or four voyagers were carried off in a stupor. Officials, however, pointed out that most of the 476 passengers were serenely slumbering below decks when the trouble started, that many never even went into the bar.

Dr. James A, Naismith, 69, director of physical education at University of Kansas since 1898, originator of the game of basketball 40 years ago, slipped & fell in the bathtub in his Lawrence, Kan. home and broke two ribs. He was a teacher in the Y. M. C. A. College at Springfield, Mass. when he originated basketball, first played by teams of seven players with a soccer football and ordinary conical peachbaskets. The idea of the game spread faster than the rules, and each section of the U. S. played its own brand until the game was standardized.

Vexed by motorists who speed on the private roads in the ground of Blenheim Palace, Woodstock, England, Charles Richard John Spencer-Churchill, Duke of Marlborough, had sharp bumps built into the straightaways which no driver would be inclined to take at a fast clip more than once. The Manchester Guardian recalled a precedent of the plan, a bill introduced into the House of Lords by Edgar Algernon Robert Gascoyne Cecil, Viscount Cecil of Chelwood, requiring the local authorities of every English village to dig a shallow trench across the road at the town limits.

Astonished, pleased and proud were Manhattan Capitalist & Mrs. Robert Goelet when they returned from Europe few weeks ago to discover that their son Peter, 20, had erected a short-wave broadcasting station, KWKY, on their estate at Chester, N. Y. Over it Capitalist Goelet broadcast his views on the Depression, Unemployment, conditions abroad; Mrs. Goelet hers on "Why We Should Repeal the Eighteenth Amendment." Station KWKY hummed merrily until the Federal Radio Commission informed Capitalist Goelet that the unlicensed station was illegal, that it must be dismantled.

The 20-room home of Nunzio Russo, Chicago's "macaroni king," was wrecked by two nitroglycerine explosions and fire while Russo & family were absent. Damage was variously estimated between $35,000 and $150,000.

Baron Walter von Mumm onetime "champagne king" of Rheims, whose fortunes had withered until he was living in a $10-a-week Manhattan rooming house, shot himself above the heart in the Long Island home of his oldtime friend William H. vom Rath. A note read: "Bury me as I am and keep this out of the newspapers." But Baron von Mumm rallied and gave promise of recovering, just as he survived after Mrs. Marie Van Rensimer Barnes shot him in 1912 in her Paris apartment; just as he survived the wounds of Russian bullets when he was a German cavalryman in the War. (He would not serve against the French because France had been his adopted home.) The dashing Baron came to the U. S. in 1910 as a pilot of the French entry in the Gordon Bennett International Balloon Race. He met Frances Scoville, daughter of a Seneca, Kan. banker, married her three years later in London. She died in 1920 leaving a daughter, Mary, who is now 17, in school at Aiken, S. C. By returning to Germany at the outbreak of the War Baron von Mumm sacrificed his prosperous wine business. Afterward he could salvage little of his fortune, lost what remained in the Wall Street crash. Of late he had been working as a customer's man in a brokerage firm, but concealed the extent of his poverty even from his nearest friends.

Ill lay: Jane Addams, social worker, founder of Chicago's Hull House, winner last fortnight of the Pictorial Review's $5,000 Achievement Award (TIME, Oct. 26), in Manhattan, of a severe cold; A. J. ("Emperor") Cook, famed English militant labor agitator, secretary of the Miners' Federation, in London, critically; Alexander Van Rensselaer, 81, president of the Philadelphia Orchestra Association, in Philadelphia; Henri Prince, general manager of Delmonico Hotel Corp., in Manhattan, as result of a heart attack suffered on the deck of the Ile de France, just as he, acting as official interpreter for Mayor Walker, was about to greet Premier Laval (see p. 11).

In the cabin plane loaned them by the builders of their own Lockheed-Sirius, which capsized in the Yangtze River (TIME, Oct. 1), Col. & Mrs. Charles Augustus Lindbergh flew from Victoria, B. C. to Newark, N. J., declined interviews and closeted themselves in the Morrow home, Englewood, N. J. Next day they learned that Harold M. Bixby of St. Louis, a backer of Lindbergh's flight to Paris, suffered a broken arm in the crash of an automobile owned by his friend Harry H. Knight, also a backer. Oliver J. Anderson, St. Louis broker, was instantly killed. Same day in Manhattan Death came to Broker Jacques Sturm, oldtime flyer and enthusiast who arranged with Raymond Orteig to post the $25,000 prize which Lindbergh collected for the Paris flight.

It was revealed that Calvin Coolidge has for many weeks employed ten to 15 workmen at his ancestral farm at Plymouth, Vt., repairing and painting the homestead & barn, mending fences, spreading lime on the pastures, clearing woodland. Mr. Coolidge, who with Mrs. Coolidge has remained at the farm since July, sometimes takes a hand at the manual labor, occasionally goes hunting (recently bagged three partridges, a hedgehog), will return shortly to Northampton and, presumably, resume writing the daily newspaper articles which he interrupted last spring (TIME, June 15).

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