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

Among a score of U. S. women who will don long gloves, satin, tri-feathered headdresses to curtsey in stiff social homage to their British Majesties at this year's May Courts: Mrs. David K. E. Bruce (daughter and hostess of Ambassador Mellon); Miss Mary Elizabeth Beebe (daughter of Philadelphia Socialite Lucius Beebe); Mrs. Eugene H. Dooman and Mrs, David Edward Finley (wives of U. S. Embassymen); Miss Winifred Holt Bloodgood (daughter of famed Cancer Researcher Joseph Colt Bloodgood of Johns Hopkins University); Miss Denise Livingston (of New York) ; Miss Natica Nast (daughter of Publisher Conde Nast). Because Ailsa Mellon Bruce had to be presented at Court before she could present others, Ambassador Mellon asked Madame Aime de Fleuriau, wife of the French Ambassador, to pinch-hit.

"I am reporting to New York members of the Ornery Men's Club the acquisition of a new and noble member--Governor 'Alfalfa Bill-- Murray of Oklahoma," said Clubfounder Volney T. Hoggatt of Denver. The Ornery Men's Club was organized in 1900 in the late Sports Promoter George L.("Tex") Rickard's saloon at Nome, Alaska. Original members include Rickard, Hoggatt, U. S. Senator Key Pittmann of Nevada, Novelist Rex Beach, Capone Attorney Albert Fink. Some qualifications for Ornery Club membership: wearing "good luck" galluses; finger-jabbing people in the chest while conversing; messing in the kitchen; carrying love charms; wearing No. 17 celluloid collars on No. 15 neckbands; general orneriness. Prominent in an alleged membership of 400,000 are Governor James ("Sunny Jim") Rolph Jr.; of California, Speaker John Nance Garner, Senator Huey Pierce Long of Louisiana, the entire Anti-Saloon League.

When Author Will Durant asked "What meaning has life for you?" reply, in the current issue of the Redbook, came from Helen Wills Moody: "The only thing that I know that I really want, is some means of exercising the restlessness which seems to be continually in my heart. . . . It is why I tried so hard to win a Phi Beta Kappa key [and did];. . . . I hope to heaven . . . this constant hope of arriving at some degree of perfection is not a peculiar form of conceit. . . . To me it is Religion. The other people you have written to will have clearly expressed answers. . . . I wish I could see George Bernard Shaw's. He once told me that tennis should be played in a meadow, with grass a foot high, and with no balls. . . ."

Ill lay: Father Francis P. Duffy, "fighting chaplain of the 69th," convalescing from a recurrence of War-gassing; Vincenzo Bori from an automobile accident in Monte Carlo where he awaits his sister Lucrezia Bori, Metropolitan soprano; Edward Beale McLean, publisher of the Washington Post, of gastrointestinal afflictions, in Paris; Captain Robert Dollar, critically.

As fast as a 300-lb. diplomat can, O-shaped Carlos Morales of Nicaragua flees photographers. Only three prints of one picture of him are known to exist in the U. S. One he owns; one belongs to Dr. Luis M. Debayle, Nicaraguan charge d'affaires at Washington; one to the Pan American Union, which issued it to the Press when Sr. Morales sought to persuade the U. S. State Department to keep President Jose Maria Moncada in power a few more years by "supervising" Nicaraguan elections. On publication of his picture Carlos Morales pointed a furious finger at Luis Debayle. Protesting his innocence, Dr. Debayle offered his resignation to President Moncada who refused to accept it, told him to carry on for Nicaragua.

Other Washington stories about Carlos Morales :

At his hotel he one morning ordered a bunch of bananas for breakfast. The hotel considered two bananas sufficient, charged 85-c-.

"Que diablo!" shouted Sr. Morales. "For that much money I can buy one ton of bananas in Nicaragua!"

Until he came to Washington, proud Sr. Morales had never seen ice outside of a tumbler. The slipperiness of ice on an F Street sidewalk was new to him. Most grievously was he insulted to see in print for all the world to read, how he, Carlos Morales, had slipped on such ice, crashed with a mighty thud, required the assistance of four men to hoist him upright again.

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