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

Juan Read, octogenarian Dominican Republic lumber tycoon, retired diplomat, left his Santo Domingo home hurriedly for treatment in the famed U. S. Mayo Clinic at Rochester, Minn. Entraining at Manhattan, he rode as far as Rochester, N. Y., where, hearing the station called, he de-trained in a rush, asked through an interpreter to be directed to the Mayo Clinic, discovered he was in the wrong Rochester (there are 16 in the U. S.). Since delay might prove disastrous, Octogenarian Read chartered a plane to Baltimore, was shortly under the care of famed Urologist Hugh Hampton Young of the Brady Clinic, Johns Hopkins hospital.

John Davison Rockefeller Jr., speaking to the seniors at Dartmouth's annual Commencement luncheon, quoted an unnamed authority on fatherly advice: " 'My son, so live that you can look any damned man in the eye and tell him to go to hell.' "

In the current Dartmouth Alumni Magazine is an essay by Nelson Aldrich Rockefeller, second son of John Davison Rockefeller Jr., married last week (see p. 48). Subject: "The Use of Leisure." Excerpt: "Probably the thing from which I derived the most benefit in connection with The Five Arts* was the contact I had with outside speakers. . . . A day or so spent in the company of such men and women as Harry Emerson Fosdick, Thornton Wilder, Bertrand Russell, and Edna St. Vincent Millay are opportunities that few are fortunate enough to have. . . ."

Yvonne Raskob, 17, daughter of Chairman John Jacob Raskob of the Democratic National Committee, attending a Catholic student convention in Chicago, said she had pledged herself to total abstinence from liquor, remarked: "I am sure my father thinks being Dry is all right for girls."

Albert Bacon Fall, 69, infirm, bribe-convicted (at liberty under bond) Harding Secretary of the Interior, applied to the U. S. for a Spanish War pension in recognition of his service as Captain of Company H, 1st Volunteers, Territorial Infantry. Mr. Fall is in serious financial straits: his New Mexico ranch was lately sold to meet creditors' claims; the U. S. is trying to collect $235,325 back income taxes from him. If his application is pension-worthy he will receive, per month: at most. $72; at least, $40, according to disabilities proven.

Mrs. Elsa M. Corney is a lady of Fairhaven, Mass, (near New Bedford) who used to live in The Beeches, Northampton, Mass. Until she sold The Beeches to Calvin Coolidge, hers was a peaceful life. Last week she told a New Bedford newsgatherer what happened to her after the Coolidges came into her life. She was "a marked woman . . . shaken and wretched." Returning to The Beeches from her first conference with Mr. Coolidge, she found 18 photographers on the grounds taking pictures. Because she feared a public auction would attract swarms of souvenir-seekers she had to sell $5,000 worth of furniture to the Coolidges (who did not particularly want it) for a trifling sum. The telephone rang constantly (60 calls one hour) ; she had to have two policemen come to prevent curiosity peepers from stampeding the house and ruining the grounds. Said she : "We picked up bushels of burnt matches from the grass every morning. Sightseers would sneak in . . . at night and strike matches to get a better view of the house and gardens, the pool and the tennis court. I used to have to get up at 3:45 every morning to go through all my mail. I had dozens of begging letters. An unfortunate old maid wondered whether I would pay her $50 a month out of the vast sum [$40,000] Mr. Coolidge was to pay me. I even received 18 proposals. There might have been more, but a newspaper published an awful picture of me and the proposals ceased."

Wilhelm Hohenzollern II, his wife the Princess Hermine, his son, Friedrich Wilhelm, and a party of ten, motoring between The Hague and Haarlem, Holland, discovered in a ditch, badly smashed, the car in which their servants had preceded them. The servants were unhurt. Later in the day on Kager Lake a speed launch carrying the younger members of the party, blew up, badly burned and bruised two, nearly capsized the yacht Olympia on which the senior Hohenzollerns were cruising.

*Dartmouth literary magazine revived by young Rockefeller (with Walter Percy Chrysler Jr., son of the auto tycoon), "an organization with unlimited possibilities . . . but one which . . . had [lately] come into the hands of light-footed tea drinkers."

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