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

"Go out for your football team," cried Virginia-born Lady Astor to University of Virginia students. "Politics is a dreary thing. . . ."

As a gesture of international goodwill the English-Speaking Union presented Washington's Smithsonian Institution with a bronze bust of renowned 19th Century Physicist William Thomson, Lord Kelvin, From English scientists came a 1,500-word greeting. Scottish scientists parsimoniously cabled: "Felicitations."

At Totteridge, Hertfordshire, a burglar raided the house of roly-poly Lord Chief Justice Baron Hewart, walked off with worthless papers. Three days later the burglar returned to filch the Lord Chief Justice's typewriter.

Wrinkled old Edward Fitzsimmons

Dunne, onetime (1905-07) Mayor of

Chicago, onetime (1913-17) Governor of

Illinois, had a birthday, penned a poem:

I must confess I'm now eighty-three,

But from pains and aches I'm happily

free. And the family group continues to

thrive ;

For of grandchildren now I've just twenty-five.

In 273 General Electric buildings in Schenectady, N. Y. and 24 G. E. plants elsewhere in the U. S., President Gerard Swope posted notice that henceforth company wages will be adjusted periodically with changes in the cost of living. Following the Department of Labor's index, wages will be increased up to 10%, but will not be cut lower than they were Oct. 1. To cover the last six months' rise in living costs, G. E. last week granted a 2 raise.

Before the Southwest Clinical Society Conference in Kansas City, Cleveland's famed Surgeon George Washington Crile told how he & friends killed 220 different animals in Africa last winter to investigate their adrenal glands. Because the lion's adrenals weighed 1/11,,000th of its total weight, Surgeon Crile declared that its "sympathetic complex" made the lion the "most volatile of beasts." Her frizzy hair dyed corn-yellow, her blue eyes fading and weak, Eva Tanguay 58, famed oldtime vaudeville singer (I Don't Care!) was found hobbling around on a crutch in her bleak Hollywood cottage. "Arthritis," she explained to a newshawk. "First I became blind. . . . Now my eyes are better, and my knee is worse The doctor says I will be able to walk again. . . . Doctors always tell you that." Pursing a cramped smile, she mumbled "Please tell them that Eva Tanguay is all right. Or say nothing--that's better. Say that I will be back on the stage, if you want--back by Christmas."

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