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

Six weeks ago a young man who called himself Jack Morgan pitched in to work on Omer Addison's 100-acre farm near Knightstown, Ind. He proved to be "a willing hand, but a little green." This week an operation removed both his appendix and his anonymity. His name: John Pierpont Morgan III, 20-year-old Harvard student.

Doing a turn as guest columnist for vacationing Walter Winchell, slaphappy Cinemactress Carole Lombard reported she had telephoned the Duke of Windsor, Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt, H. G. Wells, Maude Adams, George Bernard Shaw. Reason: to get their opinions on the casting of Norma Shearer & Clark Gable in Gone With the Wind. Result: no answers.* Moaned she to Columnist Winchell: "I defy even you to get past the Duke's third secretary. I couldn't get a single answer."

Filed for probate in White Plains, N. Y., was the will of the late Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the U. S. Benjamin Nathan Cardozo. To his longtime faithful housekeeper, Kate A. Tracy, the benevolent bachelor left $75,000. Another $60,000 was to be distributed among servants, friends, charities. The balance of the $270,000 estate goes to Columbia University for the foundation of a chair of jurisprudence, "to perpetuate the scientific study of a subject which has been one of my chief interests in life."

Once (in Laments for the Living) Dorothy Parker wrote a bitter sketch called a "A Telephone Call," the running commentary of an anxious woman waiting for a call that never came. With her husband Alan Campbell, Miss Parker now lives in a snuggery near Doylestown, Pa. served with a crank-style, party-line instrument of the Bucks (County) United Telephone Co. When Miss Parker wants to talk, someone else is usually on the line. Last week she asked Pennsylvania's Public Utilities Commission to permit Bell Telephone Co. to move in. Her plea: "Most of our calls are long distance to California and New York."

Before an audience which filled every cranny of the Cohasset, Mass. Town Hall, Sinclair ("Red") Lewis made his much-publicized debut as a professional actor with the South Shore Players. He took the leading role (Doremus Jessup, smalltown editor) in his own play (It Can't Happen Here), seemed to enjoy it. He sauntered through the acts, hands in pockets, shoulders stooped, drawling in a

Yankee monotone. The audience liked him. Said the Boston Post: "As an actor, Mr. Lewis is interesting but a little on the pale side." Said Wife Dorothy Thompson (who is writing a play herself): "Good, amazingly good!"

Benito Mussolini observed his 55th birthday by not celebrating it, in accordance with a Fascist custom which makes youthfulness fashionable. Henry Ford observed his 75th birthday by attending a Dearborn pageant in his honor, spending a festive day in Detroit, driving around in his first Model T. To II Duce Adolf Hitler sent a telegram: "My thoughts are with you. . . ." To Motorman Ford he sent the Grand Cross of the German Eagle.

* To Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer and Selznick International, however, a great many other people did express their opinions on the matter. Last week Miss Shearer announced that she had withdrawn from the role of Scarlett. "I am convinced," said she, "that the majority of fans who think I should not play this kind of a character on the screen are right." Wise Hollywood suspected that Miss Shearer's casting in the first place was mainly to keep Wind talk alive.

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