"Names make news." Last week these names made this news:

A chip of the Blarney Stone from Blarney Castle. Ireland was sent by one John Patrick O'Brien of Dublin to New York's prognathous Mayor John Patrick O'Brien. Said he: "I will treasure this souvenir with the hope that my future career, as in the past, will reflect glory on the native land of my father and mother."

To London reporters, Negro Singer Paul Robeson declared that he would never again sing in Italian. French or German, was looking instead for a "great Russian opera or play, or some great Hebrew or Chinese work which I feel I shall be able to render with the necessary degree of understanding." Said he: "I do not under stand the psychology or philosophy of the Frenchman, German or Italian. Their history has nothing in common with the history of my slave-ancestors. So I will not sing their music, nor the songs of their ancestors. . . . The trouble with the American Negro is that he has an inferiority complex. He fails to realize that he comes of a great ancestry linked with the great races of the Orient. . . . What he should do is try for 'black greatness' and not an imitation of 'white greatness.' I am more than ever convinced that the African civilization dates back to the times when Oriental culture, including that from China, began to influence the Western world. I believe where the Afro-American made his mistake was when he began trying to mimic the West instead of developing the really great tendencies he inherited from the East. I believe the Negro can achieve his former greatness only if he learns to follow his natural tendencies, and ceases trying to master the greatness of the West. My own instincts are Asiatic."

An airplane carrying National Recovery Administrator Hugh Samuel Johnson from St. Louis to Washington was forced down by a storm in Dayton, Ohio. Because the General had no baggage the clerk of the first hotel to which he went was suspicious, refused to give him a room unless he paid in advance. Administrator Johnson rumbled his opinion of hotel & clerk, stormed off to another hotel.

When counsel for World Heavyweight Champion Primo Carnera told Federal Referee Peter B. Olney that his client had mistaken the date of his bankruptcy hearing in Manhattan, gone off on a vacation. Referee Olney was annoyed, set a later date. Counsel explained that Carnera had to fulfill a film contract in Hollywood at that time. Stormed Referee Olney: "I don't give a damn if he has . . . he'll have to be here. He must learn that he cannot run around bumble-headed. . . ."

Greeks in Chicago sent a cable to Samuel Insull in Athens, inviting him to open "Spartan Day" at Chicago's World's Fair "because there are 120,000,000 people in the United States who would like to see Mr. Insull once more." From Spartan Insull, no word. His wife last week left Athens for Venice.

From 96 1/2 lb. the weight of Mahatma Gandhi dropped to 93 1/4 lb. last week as he began one more "fast unto death" in Yerovda jail to force from the British Raj greater freedom to propagandize on behalf of India's "Untouchables." Alarmed when Faster Gandhi developed acute kidney trouble. Viceroy Earl Willingdon had him removed to a hospital, also released Mrs. Gandhi from jail to permit her to attend her husband.

A fire on the speedboat of U.S.-born Raymond Patenotre, French UnderSecretary of National Economy, forced him and 15 guests to pump fire extinguishers frantically, then leap into the Mediterranean. Last to leap was 68-year-old Lady Mendl (onetime Elsie de Wolfe, famed interior decorator), who obeyed only when her husband cried: "Damn it all, jump!" Towed 150 yards to shore by the Marquis d'Alemeida, said she: "That 10 minutes' work with the fire extinguishers was the only manual labor most of the men had done in their lives."

Beatrice ("Bea") Gottlieb, trim Manhattan blonde from Tuckahoe, N.Y., arrived home and told the newspapers how she played golf with the Prince of Wales, beat him (TIME, Aug. 14). She "just happened" to be playing the same courses he was playing, several days in a row. One day he asked his private professional, towering Archie Compston, to arrange a match. Mrs. Alastair Mackintosh made it a foursome and they played three rounds on as many courses, Miss Gottlieb and Wales playing for a ball a hole. After halving two matches, she finally won with an 80 to his 83. He gave her a box of balls, autographed her card. She gave him an iron club. During the match Wales smiled when, after a flub, Beatrice Gottlieb cried, "Oh nerts!"

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