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

At a hospital fair, John Jacob Astor III was voted the handsomest man in Newport, R. I.

William Alexander Julian, 71-year-old Treasurer of the U. S., who made his fortune as a Cincinnati shoe manufacturer and banker and whose signature now appears on all New Deal dollar bills, sailed for a month's vacation in England, after delivering himself of the following views on agriculture and the automobile:

"I've got a farm in Ohio. It's about 1.200 acres, and I have a number of tenants on it with nice homes and three acres apiece for farms and livestock. Nary a one has a cow, nary a one has a chicken, nary a one has a pig, and nary a one has a vegetable garden. But every danged one of 'em has an automobile. I reason that no man making $2 a day can afford to run an automobile. It just can't be done on a sound economic basis.

"Well, what's happening on my farm is happening all over the country The nation has been put on wheels. Everything is mobilized. Through the internal combustion engine the number of human beings who have been thrown out of employment is beyond counting. What are we going to do about it? Well, all I can say about it is that we had better keep our heads as best we can. To my mind it's the most serious proposition in the economic life of the world today."

Into an Oklahoma City pawnshop stepped a pretty young woman to borrow money on a wedding ring, a gold medal, a gold football, a pin of Yale's famed Skull & Bones Society. Each was engraved: E. H. COY--YALE U. "Could it be Ted Coy, the Yale athlete?" ventured the pawnbroker. "Yes," said the girl, "I am his wife."

Most famed of Yale footballers, Edward Harris ("Ted") Coy was All-America fullback in 1908 and 1909, a member of Walter Camp's All-Time-All- America team. After graduation, he entered brokerage and insurance. His first wife was Sophie Meldrim, Savannah, Ga. socialite who divorced him in 1925. His second was Actress Jeanne Eagels, who divorced him in 1928. His third was one Lottie Bruhn of El Paso, Tex., who dropped from sight after his death last September. Last week, as the pawnbroker wrote to Skull & Bones in New Haven which immediately bought Coy's relics, newshawks hustled around to see Lottie Bruhn Coy, found her working as a servant. Said she: ''Yes, I'm Mrs. Ted Coy. How on earth did you find me here? . . . I haven't any money. . . . Once I went five days in this town without a bite to eat. . . . I thank God for a sense of humor. If I didn't have it I'd have been bad off these months since Ted died. . . ."

Alan Patrick Herbert, famed Punch humorist and M. P., popped up in the House of Commons to poke fun at recent Fascist demonstrations in London. Said he: "Between black shirts and red shirts I am one of those who cry, 'A plague on both your blouses.' They name themselves after their lingerie, whether black shirts, blue braces, pink pants or dirty drawers."

In London frosty-bearded Sir Oliver Lodge, 85-year-old British scientist and spiritualist, gloomed: "There is a surfeit of science. The world is sick and tired of scientific achievements. Too many of our endeavors . . . have been so grossly abused. . . . We know things that we never should have known--things of the devil. . . . Think of radio, my first love. I never dreamed that an electrical discovery of mine would ever be used to send airplanes to bomb innocent children. Yet that has happened."

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