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

Mr. & Mrs. Herbert Hoover emerged from the West to go to Chicago's Fair. Near Gibbon, Neb., when a freight wreck stalled their train for almost half a day, Mr. Hoover played solitaire in his shirt sleeves. To a newshawk who boarded the train he said: "I'm sorry but I'm not discussing national issues," quizzed the newshawk instead about Nebraska farmers. At the depot in Chicago a crowd of 500 peered and cheered as Mr. Hoover stepped under the glare of camera flashlights. "I'm just a common garden variety of American citizen come to see the Chicago Fair," he remonstrated. Next day as he drove up to the 14th Street entrance of the Fair a squad of cavalry and a battalion of troops snapped to attention. Citizen Hoover smiled and waved as a 21-gun salute went off and the Brothers Dawes, Charles Gates and Rufus, came up to greet him. They visited the California and Iowa exhibits, the Hall of Science. At the Alaskan cabin he chatted with Musher "Slim" Williams, who drove a dogteam from Alaska to Chicago. "Mr. Hoover likes dogs," said Mrs. Hoover. "It's hard to get him away when he starts discussing them." As the party sped over the Fair lagoon. Citizen Hoover asked: "Are there any fish in it?1" At the Radio & Communications Building next day he joined a group listening to free long-distance telephone calls. Miss Ruth W. Herst of Atlantic City was talking to a friend in Philadelphia. Suddenly he heard her say: "I'm so thrilled! Herbert Hoover--the ex-President, you know--is listening in on this conversation." Citizen Hoover hung up, walked quickly away.

Discussing Naziism at a luncheon in London to celebrate his 67th birthday, Novelist Herbert George Wells declared: "The Jews make the most noise, but it is not only the Jews who suffer. To me it seems more than anything else a rebellion of the clumsy lout against civilization. It is the clumsy lout's revolution against thought, against sanity, and against books. . . . But in the long run books will win. The clumsy lout will be brought to heel. We shall have Hitler weighed accurately to his last yawp." Said Spain's ex-Crown Prince Alfonso to Spanish royalist generals in Paris: "Cease plotting against the Republic. Spain is finished with royalty for good. I am not sorry for it. because I am happier as a private citizen." To Fenchow, China as a medical missionary sailed Dr. Leonard Fiske Wilbur, 26, youngest son of Curtis Dwight Wilbur, onetime (1924-29) Secretary of the Navy, nephew of President Ray Lyman Wilbur of Stanford University. At the horse show in Ashbourne. Derbyshire, testy Victor Christian William Cavendish, 9th Duke of Devonshire, Marquess of Hartington, Earl of Burlington, Baron Cavendish. Lord-Lieutenant of Derbyshire, onetime (1916-21) Governor-General of Canada, onetime (1922-24) Secretary of State for the Colonies, father-in-law of U. S.-born Dancer Adele Astaire (Lady Charles Cavendish), described automobiles as "foul, stinking things," "horrible brutes making life hideous." Said he: "When I first knew this horse show we came here as gentlemen, not as crashing cads." In Dudley, England, when burglars awakened him from his night's sleep, William Humble Eric Ward, 3rd Earl of Dudley, close friend of the Prince of Wales, grabbed a poker and revolver, dashed into his drawing-room, sent the burglars crashing through a window in flight, spent most of the night stalking them about his grounds. At the start of a run to break the English sea-mile record at Poole Harbor, Dorset, Hubert Scott-Paine, British speedboat racer, saw a pool of gasoline in the bottom of his 1,375-h. p. Miss Britain III, decided to take a chance rather than disappoint 30,000 spectators. Miss Britain III zipped over the mile run at 95.08 m.p.h., broke the record, burst into flame just after it crossed the finish line. Racer Scott-Paine cheerfully pumped fire-extinguishers desperately, put out the blaze after $125,000 damage had been done, remarked: "It's all in the day's work." During an Irish-American track & field meet in Brooklyn, Policeman Matt McGrath, winner of 20 U. S. hammer-throw championships, onetime (1912) Olympic champion, lofted a 16-lb. hammer 150 ft., struck and smashed the thigh of a relay-runner named Paddy Walsh. Hammer Thrower McGrath, who had never before hit anyone, observed: "That shouldn't have happened. . . . Walsh walked right into the hammer without seeing it."

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