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

The $13 million-plus estate of the late Cinemogul Louis B. Mayer (TIME, Nov. 11) was divided, as now disclosed in his probated will, in L. B.'s characteristically forthright manner. To L. B.'s favorite charity, the Louis B. Mayer Foundation, will go the bulk of his fortune; a remaining amount of some $2,500,000 was left to his second wife Lorena ($750,000), his daughter Irene Selznick ($500,000), his adopted daughter Suzanne ($500,000), friends and faithful retainers. But Mayer's daughter Edith, 52, and her husband, Producer William Goetz, were left with nary a bequest. L. B.'s stated reason for this was tart enough: "During my lifetime, I have given them extremely substantial assistance through gifts and financial assistance to my daughter's husband and through the advancement of his career (as distinguished from that of my former son-in-law [Producer] David O. Selznick, who never requested assistance from me) in the motion picture industry." Some Hollywood historians surmised last week that there was another motive. Back in 1952, Ikeman Mayer had a bitter quarrel with Edith and Bill Goetz, both Stevenson supporters. He preserved his wrath, never forgave or forgot their disobedience to his patriarchal wishes.

"I'm too old now to care what I say to the press," Five & Dime Heiress Barbara Hutton, 45, said to the press as she disembarked in Manhattan. "You used to frighten me. I used to shiver and shake . . . and usually I would say the wrong thing." Unwittingly illustrating her point, she added: "It's most unfortunate that I can't travel with an enchanting young man without all this talk starting!" The enchanting young man: sleek, suave Philip Van Rensselaer, 30, a onetime Manhattan model, aspiring novelist, unwealthy descendant of an old New Amsterdam family. Bolstering reports that the pair have spent the past few months husking poetry to each other in romantic Venetian settings, there has been no recent sign of Babs's sixth husband, Baron Gottfried von Cramm, 48, onetime tennistar, in her immediate vicinity. Will Phil be No. 7?."You're flattering me terribly," bubbled Heiress Hutton. "It's not true." But at week's end, boyish Phil Van Rensselaer could not contain his own enchantment. He confided to a Manhattan newshen that he is definitely on Babs's future matrimonial program. In Mexico, sometime in January, said Phil, Babs will become Mrs. Barbara Hutton Mdivani Haugwitz-Reventlow Grant Troubetskoy Rubirosa von Cramm Van Rensselaer.

In futuristic coveralls, Rear Admiral Hyman G. Rickover, who bulled through the first atom-powered submarine over strong Navy opposition, and TV Newsman Edward R. Murrow (TIME, Sept. 30) stood on a bridge spanning a big uranium power reactor in Shippingport, Pa. (see BUSINESS), which will soon start operation and become a nuclear hero on a Murrow show next week.

When baseball's Giants moved from New York to San Francisco, Negro Batting Star Willie Mays decided that he might as well move too. He and his attractive wife Marghuerite shopped around, finally decided on a modern threebedroom house on a hillside in San Francisco's well-pruned Sherwood Forest district. After discussing the price--$37,500 --dismayed Willie learned that his neighbors-to-be, all white, did not want the Mayses. Their presence would "depress property values." Last week, after San Francisco's Council for Civic Unity and Mayor George Christopher denounced the Sherwood Foresters for trying to yank the city's welcome mat out from under Willie, Mays got his house. More bewildered than affronted by the fuss, Mays smiled and said, "Wonderful!"

Returning from a 24-day world-circling observation junket (termed by his foes a "farewell present" from the Administration), Agriculture Secretary Ezra Taft Benson flew into Washington and a round of reporters' goading about his ever-rumored resignation. "That question has been raised ever since the first week I took the job," said Ezra. "I presume if the prognosticators work long enough, they are sure to hit it right some time. I have no plans to leave."

Trailed by the customary pack of newshounds, Harry Truman scurried about Manhattan on an early-morning constitutional. His conversation also ranged far and wide, included a sermonette on the hazards of jaywalking. Scarcely was this out of his mouth when, crossing a street with the green light in his favor, Truman almost got mowed down by a car rushing a semaphore. The reporters yelled at the driver, but Harry was too involved in his street lecture to notice the close shave.

On her triumphant singing swing through Southeast Asia, velvet-voiced Contralto Marian Anderson has played to capacity houses at all stops, wowed audiences with her versatile concert program--German lieder, Italian classics, a

French aria and Negro spirituals--and more than fulfilled the sponsoring State Department's hopes that she would reap good will for the U.S. along with the applause. Last week Singer Anderson reached New Delhi and learned that she was already a sellout attraction. Music lovers had scrambled to snap up the 1,200 available tickets that filled New Delhi's biggest concert hall to capacity.

West Germany's durable Chancellor Konrad Adenauer, remarkably unaware that he could slow down at 81, said he will fly down to Rio for a visit next year, at Brazil's invitation, to boost economic and cultural ties.

To ease the strain on Washington's dangerously overworked National Airport. Air Force Lieut. General (ret.) Elwood P. Quesada, special White House aide for aviation, announced that he is mulling over four possible sites for a new airport. The narrowed-down list: Friendship Airport, between Washington and Baltimore, and sites near the Virginia towns of Burke. Chantilly and Pendar.

Some 100,000 partygoers jammed into New Delhi's National Stadium to wish a happy 68th birthday to India's Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru. Thousands of schoolchildren sang and danced, released a squadron of white peace doves, and squealed their delight to smiling Chacha (Uncle) while he tossed them scores of marigold garlands.

Portugal's Dictator Oliveira Salazar tolerates the presence of a royal pretender to the Portuguese throne: Dom Duarte Nuno, 50, a recent settler in Lisbon, and the twig upon a branch of Portugal's royal family tree. Last week Dom Duarte got some royal competition. Portugal's anti-Nuno monarchist faction presented a petition in Rome to well-preserved Princess Maria Pia of Saxe-Coburg Braganga. 50, an illegitimate child of Portugal's assassinated (in 1908) King Carlos I, to start pretending. A pro-Maria spokesman gave short shrift to Dom Duarte: "That impostor must never become king!" As a poet and unproduced playwright, Maria Pia rose dramatically to the occasion: "If my people want me, I am ready!"

In Hollywood, it was a confirmed fact that Cinemactress Rita (Fire Down Below) Hayworth, 39, is going to marry her boss, Writer-Producer James Hill, 41. of the Midas-touch Hecht-Hill-Lancaster independent moviemaking outfit. Eying his prospects of being Rita's fifth bridegroom, Bachelor Hill, now busy with a screen version of Separate Tables that will star Rita, avidly wants "Rita to find happiness when she marries again. She has had so much unhappiness in her life" (with Oilman Edward Judson, Actor Orson Welles, Prince Aly Khan and Crooner Dick Haymes). As usual when altar-bound. Bride-to-Be Hayworth was plucky and positive: "I have never been happier in my whole life!"

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