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

Mabel Walker Willebrandt hopped out of a night plane at Pittsburgh's airport to ask: "Do you know where the nearest beauty shop is?"

In Christie's auction rooms, London, a set of self-sketches by Charlie Chaplin, once the property of the late Sir William Orpen, was bought for $18 by Sir Alec Martin, Christie's partner.

In one hour at a roulette wheel in the Casino at Juan-les-Pins, France. Novelist E. Phillips Oppenheim won 200,000 francs ($13,180). Said Gambler Oppenheim: "A very amusing pastime."

At Glen Cove, L. I., Mrs. Isabel Dodge Sloane lay ill of pneumonia, from a cold contracted while returning from Chicago where she saw her No. 1 horse Cavalcade win the Arlington Classic.

Frank Jay Gould leased his fire-gutted Palais de la Mediterranee at Nice to the rival Monte Carlo Casino for 1,000,000 francs ($65,900) a year for 30 years, bought a $25,000 estate at Ardsley-on-the-Hudson, N. Y. In 1913 the youngest son of old Jay Gould sailed for France because he said the U. S. Government meddled too much in business. This autumn he will return to the U. S. for the first time in 21 years, live in his new home at Ardsley.

Noel Coward once told Mrs. Ethel Harriman Russell, daughter of Washington's famed Mrs. J. Borden ("Daisy") Harriman: "You're no actress; you're a monologist. Why don't you write a play?" Last week, after a trial period, Mrs. Russell signed a regular contract as scenarist with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, planned to take her two children to Hollywood.

Col. Edward Mandell House passed his 76th birthday at his summer home in Beverly Farms, Mass., "altogether too busy" with "international problems" to celebrate the occasion. To newshawks the mousy little man from Texas said: "President Wilson and I never broke. What made it seem so was the change wrought in Wilson after Paris. After Paris he was a sick man, a man in the hands of a bedroom circle. The bedroom circle kept him apart from me and kept me apart from him. My letters never reached him; no messages were sent to me.

"The situation between myself and Mrs. Wilson remains precisely what it always was. We were never close friends; we are not now. We never have been enemies; we are not now.

"I'm in close touch with affairs in Europe today. I know a good deal about what's going on and I have my own notions . . . but I'm out of the picture and it's not for me to talk."

To Paris correspondents Mrs. Sara Delano Roosevelt, 80-year-old mother of the President, was chatting of her son. Newshawk: "Did you ever have to spank him?'' Mrs. Roosevelt: ''No, I never did. But I did lock him in the closet once, and I thought he would kick the door down, he was so furious.''

In Omaha James Roosevelt, eldest of the President's four sons, freely posed for newscameramen, told reporters: "I think my brother Frank is very foolish to be so camera shy." In circulation at the time was a photograph of Son James puffing a pipe-shaped cigar which its sponsors call a "cigapipe"' (see cut).

Visiting an R. O. T. C. camp at Baltimore's Fort Meade, Assistant Secretary of War Harry Hines Woodring slept in a squad tent on an army cot canopied with mosquito netting. Said he: "I like to sleep out in the open again. When I was Governor of Kansas I'd always sleep in a tent while visiting the National Guard regiments."

Geraldine Farrar, motoring from Munich to the Salzburg Music Festival in Austria, was stopped at the frontier by German guards who refused to allow her German chauffeur to leave the country. Miss Farrar offered to pay the extortionate 1,000-mark fee for an Austrian visa for her chauffeur, was turned down. Leaving her car and driver at the border, she hiked five miles into Salzburg, arrived a little late for Beethoven's Fidelio.

The first thing Louis Ferdinand von Hohenzollern, second son of the onetime Crown Prince of Germany, wanted to know when he stepped ashore in Manhattan: "How is the liquor situation here?" The next: "How is Sally Rand?" Then Prince Louis sped on to Chicago to see the Century of Progress.

In the Taylor Fork country of Montana, Robert Morgenthau, son of the Secretary of the Treasury, killed a 200-lb. grizzly bear.

At Bloomsburg, Pa. Airport, Gifford Pinchot Jr., son of the Governor of Pennsylvania, qualified for his amateur pilot's license.

On an inlet of the Potomac River opposite Washington, Raymond Ickes, son of the Secretary of the Interior, worked as foreman on a CCC project improving a wild duck pond.

From North Carolina State Prison at Raleigh, Luke Lea Jr., son of Convict No. 29,409, was paroled after serving eleven weeks of a two-to-six-year sentence for bank fraud.

"If England ever wants any more cowboys she'll have to raise 'em," angrily declared U. S. Rodeoist Tex Austin as he docked in Manhattan. He estimated that he had lost $200,000 on his show in London because the British Royal S.P.C.A. had him arrested for "terrifying" a steer, because fox-hunting Britons had boycotted his "refined rodeo."

Bound for the International Anti-Alcohol Congress in London, Bishop James Cannon Jr. docked at Plymouth, declared one bottle of whiskey. "For demonstration purposes only." he explained.

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