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

En route to a Los Angeles exhibition match against Ellsworth Vines, Amateur Champion Tennist Donald Budge fell asleep at the wheel of his auto, ten miles north of Bakersfield, Calif. The car bumped off the road, careened across a five-foot ditch, turned over three times, came to rest on the Southern Pacific Railroad tracks. Tennist Budge clambered out of the wreck with a few cuts on his face and bruises on his ribs, flagged a motorist to take him to Bakersfield.

On the witness stand in the Elizabethtown, N. Y. courthouse, Mrs. Mary Moore, mother of prodigious golfer La Verne Moore alias John Montague, testified that her son was tucked into his bed in her home in Syracuse the night of the seven-year-old robbery of which he was accused (TIME, July 19). Golfer Moore solemnly declared he fled West and changed his name because he remembered he had accidentally left his luggage in the criminals' auto. The jury pondered for four hours and 45 minutes, found Golfer Moore "not guilty." Said he to reporters after keeping them waiting an hour and a half, "Whaddoyou want? You guys know everything," then made for Manhattan to appear as guest of honor in a night club.

When Princess Hermine returned to Doom, The Netherlands, after two months in Italy recuperating from an appendectomy, her husband, exiled former German Kaiser Wilhelm Hohenzollern, 78, embraced her on the front steps of the castle, danced a jig.

Newshawks found Joseph Wright Harriman, 70, onetime head of the Harriman National Bank & Trust Co. (TIME. March 27, 1933) who went to jail after his bank collapsed, is now paroled, working for a Long Island Ford and Lincoln dealer. Remuneration: $25 a week and commissions. Said local dealers: "He's a corking good salesman."

Portland, Ore., reporters asked Moshe Menuhin, father of Violinist Yehudi Menuhin, whether he had anyone in mind as a wife for his son. Said Papa Menuhin: "He will make the final choice himself. He has many girl friends, yes. I suppose the time will come when he will have to give himself away to one of them."

Picture an irate mother flinging her offspring over her knee and raising her palm to give him a good one--so urged famed Psychoanalyst Carl Gustav Jung at a Manhattan luncheon of the Students International Union. "Suddenly," he said, "her hand falls slowly to her side. She has thought of the psychology book, and is wondering what its advice would be in this situation. The arm does not raise again, and the poor child is thus deprived of a valuable educational experience."

Hollywood police received an alarm that Cinemactor Victor McLaglen had been kidnapped at the point of a gun in front of a filling station. The sheriff's office presently set the police right: the "kidnappers"' were deputy sheriffs, their victim Victor's brother Capt, Sidney Leopold McLaglen, 48, accused of having attempted to extort $20,000 from Millionaire-Sportsman-Photographer Phillip Mattiessen Chancellor.

As the Queen Mary docked in Manhattan, reporters clamored around Ernest Aldrich Simpson, divorced husband of the Duchess of Windsor, quizzing him about the Duchess and about whether he intended to remarry. Said Mr. Simpson: "Oh, let's have another drink."

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