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

By working all one day in a mob scene on a Hollywood cinema set, the Countess of Warwick earned $7.50, which she gave to another extra.

Asked by Washington newshawks if he had read the late Field Marshal Paul von Hindenburg's War memoirs, which praised him highly. Lord Byng of Vimy, commander of Britain's 3rd Army in the War, replied: "I have read nothing about the War. In extenuation neither have I written anything about it."

Driving back to Harvard after spring vacation in a blinding sleet storm, Col. Theodore Roosevelt's two eldest sons, Theodore III and Cornelius, did not see a truck stalled by the roadside at Shrewsbury, Mass. With Theodore driving the family station wagon, they crashed into the truck, demolished their car, crawled out with nothing worse than cuts, bruises and a broken right arm for Cornelius.

Splotchy with measles caught from classmates, Kermit Roosevelt Jr., cousin of Theodore III and Cornelius, bedded himself in Harvard's infirmary.

While their parents were yachting near Maui Island, Margaret Ellen ("Peggy") and Nackey Elizabeth, young daughters of Editorial Director Robert Paine Scripps (Scripps-Howard Newspapers) went with their governess to pick flowers at the Oahu Country Club outside Honolulu. Driving back, their native chauffeur leaned out to arrange the flowers, let the car plunge over a 25-foot embankment. Director Scripps and wife sped back by airplane, found Daughter Peggy with broken skull and ankles, Daughter Nackey with internal injuries, but the whole party out of danger.

Leaving her husband in bed from heart strain (TIME, April 15), Mrs. Anthony Eden, wife of Britain's Lord Privy Seal, flew up from Leeds with a party of local bigwigs to open an airline to Heston. Flustered by such a great and pretty passenger, the plane's pilot landed too fast at Heston Airdrome, skidded on through a fence, deposited the ceremonial party in a pasture.

In the lull between luncheon and cocktails, Henri Charpentier, famed chef who says he invented Crepes Suzette, was musing in the spotless kitchens of his Rockefeller Center Cafe when a New York City marshal and six deputies scuffled through his door. With no respect at all for Henri or his little French pancakes, they shooed out his patrons, scattered his clamoring staff of 77, packed up his food and drink, evicted Henri himself in apron and chef's cap.

To newshawks Chef Charpentier told a woeful story. Two years ago agents of

Rockefeller Center looked him up in his restaurant at Lynbrook, L. I. where he catered to Morgans, Vanderbilts, Roosevelts. They would let him have space on the ground floor of their Maison Franchise for the finest French restaurant in the U. S. In the 40 years since his first Crepes Suzette melted in the mouth of Edward VII, then Prince of Wales, Henri had known no greater event than the opening of Cafe

Henri Charpentier. But profits were meagre and soon agents came for rent. "Alas," mourned Chef Charpentier last week, "I had signed the lease without reading it. I would have signed anything. Was not Mr. Rockefeller the most philanthropic man in America? . . . Now I am put out because I am behind $13,825,28. Next day Chef Charpentier felt better. Said he: "At least I still have my secret formula for Crepes Suzette."

Dust, sweeping over Texas, swept into the motor of Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt Jr.'s automobile, stopped the motor, stranded Mrs. Vanderbilt at Amarillo. Next day she went on by train, met her husband at Albuquerque, N. Mex.

Chirped U. S. Minister to Norway Hoffman Philip, as he sailed for his post: "Nowhere can so many cultured and enlightened people be found as in Norway."

Said Maryland's Congressman Thomas Alan Goldsborough: "I spend about two days a month in making the rounds of the barber shops, the pool halls and the bar rooms in Baltimore and Washington, rub elbows with the common people, talk with them. In that way I know what the masses of the people are thinking."

-Too upset or too jealous was Chef Charpentier to grace a banquet given three days later at East Meadows, L. I., by Chef Cesare Antonio ("Papa") Moneta, proprietor of a Manhattan restaurant. Five other topnotch chefs helped "Papa" Moneta celebrate his self-proclaimed succession to the title of "World's Greatest Chef," long held by the late Auguste Escoffier (TIME, Feb. 25).

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