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

Into the lobby of New Orleans' Hotel Roosevelt, stronghold of the partisans of Huey P. Long, ventured Burt W. Henry, president of the Anti-Long Honest Election League. There he caught sight of John Holmes Overton, junior Senator from Louisiana and the Kingfish's short, pudgy henchman. Burt Henry suddenly remembered the day last winter when John Overton, on the floor of the Senate, had accused him of hypocrisy for representing the Honest Election League as nonpartisan. Said Henry: "If you do not apologize we'll go outside and settle this thing." On second thought he decided to settle it on the spot, led with his right. While Overton flailed his arms wildly, his strapping opponent stood off, slugged fast & hard, soon dropped the Senator to his knees. Bellboys stepped in, carried the loser, bleeding from a gash over his right eye, to his room. Mourned Senator Overton : "I'm afraid that my punches were not very effective. My hands are pretty soft."

U. S. S. R.'s Commissar for Heavy Industry Grigoriy Konstantinovich Ordzhonikidze, a swarthy, hot-eyed Georgian who is married to an Eskimo, and plump U. S. Woman Novelist Ursula Parrott (ExWife, Strangers May Kiss) agreed last week that Russians are growing more cleanly. The Commissar was quoted in Izvestia to the effect that clean engineers keep their machines clean. Mrs. Parrott. docking in Manhattan with tales of having bribed her way around Russia with 48 pairs of silk stockings, bubbled: "There is a growing interest in cleanliness among Russians. This is shown in their [new] habit of washing before meals. Culture is the new god. Russia is drifting toward soap."

"You should see my son." boasted old-time Cinemactor William S. Hart, whose estranged wife Winifred Westover has custody of William S. Hart Jr., 12. "Why, he walks down the street with his mother and people turn and stare and say, 'There goes Bill Hart.' It makes his mother sore as hell."

"Suppose no one asked a question. What would the answer be?" With this proposition, impressionistic, word-jumbling Gertrude Stein, most famed of U. S. literary expatriates, greeted the first corps of U. S. newshawks she had seen in 31 years. Author Stein, hearty, hefty, dressed in a coarse, mannish suit and thick woolen stockings, was sailing up New York Harbor to begin a lecture tour. Over her close-cropped grey hair was pulled a tweed deer-stalker's cap. To the disappointment of newshawks, she gave an intelligible interview: "I do talk as I write but you can hear better than you can see. You are accustomed to see with your eyes differently to the way you hear with your ears, and perhaps that is what makes it hard to read my works. . . . Youngsters with the least education get it quicker than those sot in their ways. . . . I have not invented any device, any style, but write in the style that is me. . . . No, no, no, no, it is not all repetition. I always change the words a little." When Miss Stein appeared confused about public affairs, someone asked if she knew Calvin Coolidge was dead. Her reply: "Of course, he may have died while I was on the boat."

Starting a new slum clearance drive in Rome Benito Mussolini bounded to the roof of a moldering hovel, swung a housewrecker's pick with spectacular results. As Il Duce's suspenders snapped and he grabbed for his trousers, the crumbling roof gaped open at his feet and fellow Fascists had to jerk him back to safety.

In return for a contribution of $100 to the Los Angeles "Protective Order of Police," British Author Hugh Seymour Walpole received a gilt card guaranteed to command special police courtesy anywhere in the West. After a few experiences with the card. Author Walpole asked the city attorney to investigate the "Protective Order of Police."

At the office of the Riverside, Calif. County Clerk, Ellen Wilson McAdoo, 19, pretty, vivacious daughter of California's Senator William Gibbs McAdoo, granddaughter of Woodrow Wilson, filed notice of intention to marry one Rafael Lopez de Onate, 38, occasional cinemactor and native of Manila. The crafty clerk took refuge in the California statute which forbids marriages between Caucasians and Filipinos. De Onate, he told them, must prove his claim that he is a full-blooded Spaniard. "Now all our plans are spoiled." lamented Ellen. "But," added Rafael Lopez de Onate, "that doesn't mean we have given up hope."

From the law office of McAdoo & Neblett, Colonel William Haynie Neblett hastened to inform the Press: "All she has is a monthly allowance given her by her father. This and all future aid will be denied her if she goes ahead with her wild plan to marry a man whom her father has never seen." From a call on Mrs. McAdoo, who divorced the Senator last summer (TIME, July 30). Colonel Neblett emerged with the news that Ellen had "disappeared," that her mother was "prostrate in bed." Said he : "I don't know where she is but it seems she has made up her mind to do something foolish."

Early next morning Ellen was home and her "prostrate" mother was protesting: "They were out driving." To put an end to Ellen's drives, McAdoo & Neblett next confiscated her car. Retorted Ellen: "I can walk. And I will walk."

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