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

Multimillionaire (TransWorld Airlines, Hughes Aircraft Co., etc.) Howard Hughes, 51, for more than a quarter-century Hollywood's most eligible (estimate: $200 million) catch, was snared at last. The winner: sometime Cinemactress Jean (It Happens Every Spring) Peters, 30, for ten years a close friend of Hughes's, not counting a year's marital fling in the interim with a Texas oilman.

Opera's cheeriest cherub, Baritone Robert Weede, 53, euphoric title roler of the Broadway hit musical The Most Happy Fella, recalled his own slow rise in music. "Singing success must be gained too quickly nowadays," said he. His most significant case in point: bullish Movie Tenor Mario (The Great Caruso) Lanza,

36, now between pictures. Disclosing that he was Lanza's second singing teacher, Weede, whose Metropolitan Opera debut finally came at 33, shook his head sadly, allowed that neither he nor anyone else had taught Lanza much. "Lanza had what I believe to be the greatest vocal gift of his decade--but that gem may never be cut."

The scientist with one of the strongest claims to being Father of the Atom, Denmark's gentle-spoken Niels Bohr, 71, whose pioneering plunge into the heart of his subject won him a Nobel Prize at

37, was again rewarded, this time for his work on peaceful use of the atom and his, promotion of international cooperation among scientists. Nuclear Physicist Bohr, the founding nucleus of Denmark's famed Institute of Theoretical Physics, was chosen by Atoms for Peace Awards, financed by the Ford Motor Company Fund, to receive its first annual prize: $75,000 and a gold medal.

Five & Dime Scion Lance Reventlow, son of Barbara Hutton and just turned 21, proved himself one of the few contemporary playboys without self-delusions. Announcing that he will soon descend from his new mountaintop eyrie in Beverly Hills to go to Italy and some sports-car racing, well-heeled Driver Reventlow forthrightly justified his indolence: "I guess you might say I'm a playboy. But I like what I'm doing, and I'm never bored like so many people are who work all the time."

Frog-voiced Gambler Frank Costello,

thinner but looking fairly hale for his 65 years, showed up for a happy session in a Manhattan court. Sprung from a federal pen, Costello left the court a temporarily free man on $25,000 bail. The U.S. Supreme Court had paved his way by ruling that he may circulate while his appeal on a conviction for evading $28,532 in federal income taxes is being considered.

New York City being the biggest Irish (umpteen millions of actual or sentimental descent) and biggest Jewish (more than 2,000,000) community in the world, few events could set the town more on its ear than the arrival of Dublin's Jewish Lord Mayor Robert Briscoe for the St. Patrick's Day parade. On Fifth Avenue, green-cravated Mayor Briscoe. having gone to synagogue that morning, graced a reviewing stand that groaned with the weight of politicians and their relatives. Among the dignitaries: the city's Mayor

Robert Wagner, New York's Democratic Governor Averell Harriman, Old Pol James A. Farley. Said Lord Mayor Briscoe, before leaving for Boston and more celebrations: "If the Jews and the Irish can stick together, New York has a great future!"

Two old grads of Harvard, both distinguished in the world of music, popped up with pooled talents as the creators of two new songs for their alma mater. Musicomedy Librettist Alan Jay (My Fair Lady) Lerner ('40) and Master-of-Most-Musical-Trades Leonard Bernstein ('39) had cooked up a lugubrious ("Harvard! Harvard! Onward go . . .") Dedication and a satirical, possibly soulful, ditty titled The Lonely Men of Harvard. Excerpt from the latter:

We're the lonely men of Harvard; Alone, alas, alone, alack, are we! And that's the curse we share, It's the cross we've got to bear For our irrefutable superiority!

Explained Musician Bernstein (TIME, Feb. 4) of Lonely Men: "A combination of lament and quasi-football march."

The new-found dancing skill of Kwame Nkrumah, Prime Minister of the new British Commonwealth country of Ghana (TIME, March 18), was fully explained by Lucille Armstrong, wife of Trumpeter Louis ("Satchmo") Armstrong. "Two weeks before Nkrumah danced with the Duchess of Kent, he couldn't do a step," said she. "He was worried about the inaugural ball and implored me to teach him to dance. So I tried him with a quick step first--Blueberry Hill. Each evening after dinner in his private sitting room we practiced for an hour with music played on records. Well, man, 48 hours before the ball, I told him: 'Nkrumah, you're the tops!'"

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