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

Christian Arthur Wellesley, 4th Earl Cowley, a great-great-grandnephew of the Duke of Wellington, who last June married a hat-checker in a Reno. Nev. night club, announced that he had bought a ranch in Washoe Valley, Nev.. planned to renounce his seat in the House of Lords, become a U. S. citizen. Explained he: "My wife and the life of the West mean more to me than titles. We shall be immensely happy on our little ranch. We shall have sufficient pasture for my horses, raise a little hay, and settle down to being happy."

Said Lord Lionel Hallam Tennyson, grandson of the Poet Laureate, and one-time Captain of the All England Cricket XI, to a Hollywood newshawk: "Ha! Let's leave the family's poetry to old Alfred. I don't go in for poetry myself, but I do a bit of writing. As a matter of fact, with due respect to Lord Alfred, I've just published a book entitled From Verse to Worse."

Waking suddenly just before dawn in his Manhattan penthouse. Explorer Roy Chapman Andrews, who likes to roam the Mongolian Gobi, dimly saw a small man squatting like a monkey by his bed, staring into his face. Dr. Chapman swore, lunged at the intruder. The man ducked back, fled out on a balcony. Dauntless Dr. Chapman leaped after him, tackled him on the fire-escape. After a moment's scuffle, the intruder kicked away, darted down to freedom. "I am accustomed to years of sleeping in camp and I can feel the presence of anybody." explained Dr. Chapman. "When I awoke the fellow's head was only a foot and a half from my own. He could have pulled my hair if I had any." Motoring from Tulsa to Oklahoma City, Assistant Conductor Carlo Edwards of Metropolitan Opera was so badly injured that his right foot had to be amputated after his automobile plunged into a ditch, went up in flames. Conductor Edwards had been planning to stage grand opera in Oklahoma City next summer with Singer Harry Clarkson, who was killed in the accident.

Vice President John Nance Garner returned to Uvalde, Tex. from a hunting trip with a ten-point buck.

Homeward-bound on his yacht from South America, where he and his wife have been exploring the Orinoco River. John Hays Hammond Jr. put in at

Puerto Rico's San Juan, went to the cathedral of San Juan Bautista, spent an hour listening to Chopin and Beethoven on the organ, sailed on for Manhattan.

Instead of returning to the U. S. by the northern route, as earlier expected, the Lindberghs headed for Lisbon, Portugal. Late last month, after brief jaunts about the British Isles, they made a secret flight through a night storm to Paris, where Colonel Lindbergh has not been since his 1927 flight. He showed Mrs. Lindbergh the tablet erected at Le Bourget on the spot where he landed, stunted at Villacoublay in an acrobatic plane, visited the Air Ministry's experimental laboratory. Premier Albert Sarraut, Atlantic Flyer Dieudonne Coste and Louis Bleriot entertained them at dinners. After brief trips to the Fokker airplane plant at Amsterdam, The Hague, the League of Nations headquarters in Geneva, they doubled back toward Lisbon. Forced down by fog off the coast of Spain, they came ashore in a little fishing village named Santona, were accosted by an officer who had never heard Colonel Lindbergh's name. A local tycoon named Jose Alvo took them into his house, importantly answered telephone calls from London and Paris trying to trace their whereabouts. Senor Alvo informed one caller: "Yes. Senor Lindbergh is here. He is taking a bath." Two days later, when fog forced them down again on the Minho River, they spent the night in their plane. Spanish sailors and Portuguese fishermen had to dredge the river's shallow, rocky bed before they could take off. Arriving in Lisbon, Colonel Lindbergh discussed the possibility of a transatlantic terminus there with a representative of Pan American Airways, for which he has been making his European tour, and two representatives of British Imperial Airways. He denied rumors that he would attempt a non-stop flight back to the U. S., justified his reticence about his plans on the ground that many aviators have been killed because they felt obliged to make a flight, once announced, even though conditions became unfavorable. While newshawks continued to guess at his plans, he & Mrs. Lindbergh picnicked in a 12th Century Moorish castle.

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