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

Vaulting from the platform of a private railroad car, a stouter but no less jaunty Douglas Fairbanks returned to Hollywood for the first time since the news of divorce proceedings put his name back into the headlines. But to inquisitive newshawks he would say nothing about the suit filed against him in California by his wife Mary Pickford, nor the suit filed in Britain by Lord Ashley against Lady Sylvia Ashley in which he appears as corespondent. Was he going abroad again? ''I do not expect to go back to England."

Few hours later Douglas Fairbanks met Mary Pickford on a Beverly Hills street corner, got into her car, spent the after noon driving. That night he had dinner with her at Pickfair. One other guest was present. Afterwards Fairbanks took his hostess for a long moonlight drive alone. Said Mary Pickford : "Yes, I saw Douglas. Whether I shall see him again is in the lap of the gods."

Next day Fairbanks lunched at Pickfair, went driving with Mary Pickford in the afternoon, dined with her. Said she: "I am so very glad that 'Doug' is back. His work always means so much to him. I am sure he will be happy here -- now. The future must work itself out and it will. I just cannot bring myself to talk about these things that lie so near to my heart." For the weekend Fairbanks drove off alone to his ranch near San Diego, thought better of it, sped back to Pickfair to get his wife.

Of her trip to Russia, Novelist Mary Roberts Rinehart said in Manhattan: "The indifference to life and the general callousness visible everywhere was deplorable. I saw a dead man lying in the street one day and people passing by and paying no more attention than if he had been a dog. The present Russian regime is built up from peasant life and it will take generations before they will replace the intelligent people who once guided and influenced Russia."

"Yes, I'm 63 today," rumbled Novelist Theodore Dreiser in Manhattan. "I find life still interesting. When I get to the point where I don't find it interesting I'll get out of it." He read Novelist Mary Roberts Rinehart's remarks on Russia (see above), snorted: "She learned that in four days. I suppose she inspected all of the three and a half million people in Moscow and learned all about the rest of the country in four days."

Lord Edward Eugene Fernando Montagu, adventuresome second son of the Duke of Manchester, set up business in a hot-dog stand at Maidenhead, England, cleared $20 in 24 hours.

Not least among the reasons for the estrangement last year of the late Duke of Marlborough and his Boston-born Duchess was the insistence of Her Grace that the family spaniels be allowed to breed in the Bow Window Room of monumental Blenheim Palace. Last week, two months after her husband's death, the Dowager Duchess of Marlborough was discovered living in a secluded farmhouse outside Oxford. With her were 80 Blenheim spaniels.

From Columbia, S. C., Governor Ibra Charles Blackwood dispatched two constables "to see what can be done about the nudist situation" on Cat Island, off Georgetown.

Back from a Scottish vacation, Andrew William Mellon surveyed his Pittsburgh desk, decided: "It will be a 12-hour day for me for the next few weeks."

Senator Carter Glass sailed for England to seek fresh evidence in support of his militant belief that Sir Francis Bacon wrote Shakespeare.

In Port Arthur, Tex., detectives picked up a German, sent him to Memphis, Tenn. Charge: larceny of $1,500 from Clarence Saunders, originator and onetime owner of Piggly Wiggly Stores. No novelty was the loss of a few hundred dollars to Clarence Saunders. In 1923, with "a bag of gold estimated at $4,000,000, he hired a special train, descended on Manhattan to trap the "Wall Street gamblers" who were selling Piggly Wiggly short. No sooner had he skyrocketed his stock from $40 to $150 than the Exchange discovered his corner, barred Piggly Wiggly, ruined Speculator Saunders. With $2,900 borrowed from an old employe, he built a second fortune on a chain of 250 Clarence Saunders Stores, lost stores and fortune in 1930. Month ago a stranger approached him, said that he was Armgaard Karl Graves, Wartime spy of the German Secret Service and author of Secrets of the Hohenzollerns, that he and friends had buried $3,000,000 in gold on the coast of Haiti. To search for the treasure Clarence Saunders gave him $1,500, saw no more of him.

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