"Names make news." Last week the following names made the following news:

Will H. Hays, Movie Tsar, leased an apartment upon the highest sleeping floor, the 37th, of the 508-ft, 39-story-high Ritz Towers in Manhattan. His suite, containing only four rooms, spread itself over the entire floor.

Many persons supposed that little Mr. Hays, when sleeping in his apartment during the early morning hours, would occupy a higher position than any other person on the island of Manhattan. Not so. This honor belongs to Oilman Frank E. Kistler of Denver, Col., who sometimes dozes on the 38th airy floor of the new and exclusive 560-ft., 38-story-high Sherry Netherland. The third highest Manhattan residence belongs to Poloist Foxhall Keene who lives on the 36th luxurious floor of the Ritz Towers.

Arthur Brisbane, Hearst Editor, who is sometimes thought to occupy the highest Manhattan sleeping place, lives no higher than the 29th floor of the palatial Ritz Towers of which he is part owner.*

William H. Woodin, president of the American Car & Foundry Co., held a directors' meeting. Mr. Woodin was suffering from a fractured patella; hence the meeting was held in Mr. Woodin's hospital bedchamber where he sat, like a squire with the gout, one bandaged leg propped up in front of him on a cushioned stool. Despite his injuries, Mr. Woodin was capable of declaring dividends of $1.75 on American Car & Foundry's $30,000,000 preferred stock (the regular amount); of $1.50 on its 600,000 shares of no par value common.

Efrem Zimbalist, famed violinist, sat at the piano while a perky little person stood beside him playing the violin. They played a short concerto; then the little fellow took the applause while the great violinist stood in the background.

The little fellow was Efrem Zimbalist Jr., 9; he was playing his fiddle at the Prize Day exercises at the Bovee School and his father was accompanying him with great good nature. Part of the applause came from Mrs. Zimbalist, who is really famed Singer Alma Gluck. Also in the audience was Ruvin Heifetz, father to famed Violinist Jascha Heifetz and violin master to small Efrem. Questioned about his son, Efrem Zimbalist said: "He ought to be good."

Achilla Ambrogio Damiano Ratti,

Pope Pius XI, was awakened at dawn by an astonishing clatter of swords and the sound of soldiers' voices disturbing the peaceful courtyards of the Vatican. It was, Pius XI remembered suddenly, his 71st birthday. The "Noble Guard," and the rest of the Papal army were preparing a little military maneuver for him to review. The Pope arose, said mass, reviewed his tiny regiments, received thousands of congratulatory messages and reflected with pleasure that Italian Catholic school children were enjoying a holiday. Later, 50 newly pledged U. S. priests kissed his hand.

John Davison Rockefeller Jr., nursing a strained and stiffened right arm, learned that he had become the heaviest taxpayer in the U. S. on suburban real estate. His grounds at Tarrytown, North Tarrytown, Greenburgh and Mount Pleasant Townships, N. Y., were assessed at $5,588,050, calling for annual taxes of approximately $137,000. It was in his private gymnasium at Tarrytown that Mr. Rockefeller strained his right arm. He was playing volley ball against his 16-year-old son, Winthrop.

Benito Mussolini was blackballed by the National Press Club of Washington, D. C. He had previously been granted a tentative nonresident membership; but last week he was rejected completely, on the grounds that he is the world's greatest enemy of a free press.

Sir Thomas Lipton, teaman, yachtsman, told a United Press newshawk in London: "Prohibition in America meant the possibility of an increase in the .world's consumption of Lipton's tea, to me! . . . I eat plenty of fresh fruit, too. Here! Have a banana. It is good for you."

*In his column last week he wrote:

"It is less romantic looking down from New York's Ritz Towers over buildings where a few live with millions, than farther east and west, where millions live on little.

"But one roof top early yesterday morning might have interested the angel Gabriel, who writes what we do.

"The roof was divided by neat green fences into playgrounds and there you could see at play, rolling and tumbling over each other in the bright sunlight, happy Chow dogs, breathing good air, far above automobile fumes and dangers, enjoying the sun's health-giving actinic rays.

"To the east and west children were playing in the gutters, dodging trucks, breathing in gas from exhaust pipes. No playgrounds for them on roofs. Their fathers pay low rents. It would not pay to fuss over them.

"Writing more about that, you could drift into 'Bolshevism.' "