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

To the U. S. Government's leprosarium at Carville, La., went American Legion National Commander Frank Nicholas Belgrano Jr. to address the 28 leprous members of the Legion's Carville Post

(see cut): "I am informed," said Legionary Belgrano, "that some of you have been here fighting this battle of yours against disease for more than twelve years. I would commend you for your courage and gallantry, were not such commendation needless from me or any other."

Novelist Hugh Seymour Walpole, arriving on the lie de France in Manhattan on his way to Hollywood to help film Oliver Twist, regaled ship newsmen with an account of how a patent medicine had cured his arthritis: "I went into a London hospital where they pulled out all my teeth and did a lot of other things to me. Nothing seemed to do much good, though. One day my manservant brought me a sinister-looking bottle--it looked like a wine bottle--and on it was written 'Kleano'. I was ready to try anything. I took it and I owe my return to that medicine. . . . It changed my whole life. . . . I gave them a testimonial for it just before I left London."

"Kleano" was first concocted by a Belfast physician, later distributed by a Manchester businessman. Its name has now been changed to "Rumari." Said Author Walpole: "It tastes like dead fish." Four Chicago utilities over which he once ruled joined in restoring a $21,000 per year pension to Samuel Insull, gave him $33,000 for the period he was off the rolls. Meanwhile, into Mr. Insull's empty suite at the Seneca Hotel moved Sexpert Sally Rand, who peered at the black ceilings, sniffed: "That's carrying things a little too far."

For 15 years what she affectionately called a "potato" grew in the neck of Mme Amelita Galli-Curci, forcing her to adjust her coloratura soprano to 50% less wind volume. Last week in Chicago, while the onetime prima donna trilled tones and scales to show the effects on her voice, surgeons working with a local anesthetic successfully cut away a 6 1/2-oz. goitre.

Said Illinois' Governor Henry Horner after his policeman-chauffeur exceeded the State speed limit of 45 m.p.h. by as much as 25 m.p.h. on a trip from Joliet to Springfield: "I am still an advocate of sane speed laws, but the 45-mile limit merely serves as a check. Our speed . . . was not unsafe."

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