PEOPLE

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

"Deeply appreciative" was Mrs, Ewilda Gertrude Miller Robinson, widow of Arkansas's late Senator Joe Robinson, when last week, at President Roosevelt's request, she was appointed to the $6,000-a-year postmastership of Little Rock, Ark.

Under Ireland's new constitution (TIME, Dec. 27) its former President, U. S.-born Eamon de Valera, becomes Prime Minister. During a coast-to-coast broadcast from Hollywood last week, John McCormack, famed Irish-born tenor, offered himself as a Presidential candidate to succeed de Valera--providing 1) a naturalized citizen of the U. S. is eligible for the position and 2) the de Valera and Cosgrave opposition parties favor him. Said he: "Many of my friends in Ireland have written me to throw my hat in the ring."

Into the offices of Maryland's State Unemployment Service in Baltimore walked Nettie Mudd Monroe, widowed daughter of Dr. Samuel Alexander Mudd, the mild country doctor who set the leg of Assassin John Wilkes Booth the morning after Booth shot Abraham Lincoln, and who for his apparently innocent treatment languished four years in Fort Jefferson at Dry Tortugas off Florida. Purpose of Daughter Nettie's visit: to apply for an accountant's job, so that she might earn $200, enough to finish research for an authentic Civil War romance. Asked about her father, she answered: "When he died I was lost, and I have been lost ever since."

The Principality of Liechtenstein, 65 square miles of territorial pie wedged between Austria and Switzerland, is ruled by 84-year-old Prince Franz I of Liechtenstein. Last week Prince Franz must have been personally alarmed by the nearby appetite of Nazi Germany--for his wealthy Viennese wife, former Baroness Gutmann, is of Jewish descent, and much of his property is in Austria. But for his country he professed unconcern, announcing: "We have no fear regarding foreign intervention!"

Say, Jeff, we're glad to see you back.

King of the 'boes, King of the track,

You've rode the rods, the bumpers, too.

In fact, you've went the whole route through. . . .

Thus acclaimed in Cincinnati last week by Tom Shea, poet laureate of the hoboes, was handsome, bald-headed Jeff Davis, head of Hoboes of America, Inc. and the International Itinerant Workers Union. The occasion: his coronation as king of the League of Hoboes of the World. Soon after the crown, conceived from the top of a coal-burning stove, had been placed on his head, said King Jeff: "This has a bolt inside, and it's starting to puncture my scalp."

Hissed, heckled, and occasionally cheered during a speech sponsored by Harvard University's Young Conservatives last week, Rev. Gerald L. K. ("Share the Wealth") Smith, erstwhile spiritual adviser to the late Senator Huey P. Long, declared that "rabble-rousing is needed to bring the country out of chaos," urged that "a chair of rabble-rousing" be established at Harvard.

Threatened last week with "meet and proper" disciplinary action by his union (Local 802 of the Associated Musicians of Greater New York) was Dr. Walter Damrosch, venerable symphony conductor. Reason: He had charged that the union has created unemployment by trying to maintain high wages, that there are only 2,000 good musicians among its 15,000 members.

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