"Names make news." Last week the following names made the following news:
Prince Nobuhito Takamatsu, 23, son of the late Emperor of Japan, Yoshihito, and brother of the present Emperor, Hirohito, heard last week the cry of "MAN OVERBOARD," in Japanese. He ripped off part of his clothing, dived from the cruiser Yakumo into Melbourne Harbor, rescued a drowning sailor.
Dwight Whitney Morrow, Ambassador to Mexico, returned to Mexico City after a vacation in Chihuahua (northern Mexico). A goodwill speaker said: "There should be four Morrows for Latin America." Ambassador Morrow replied: "There are exactly that number in my family who are joining me." The Morrow family is composed of: Mr. Morrow, Mrs. (Elizabeth Reeve Cutter) Morrow, and four children, Elizabeth, Anne, Dwight, Constance.
Sinclair Lewis bought, last week, a 295-acre farm in Barnard, Vt, about 15 miles from Plymouth, President Coolidge's birthsite.
Struthers Burt, novelist, publicist, said in apiece in the North American Review for October: ". . . In my youth* I read The American Mercury. Let me whiSper something to you confidentially. The American Mercury . . . most of it isn't true. It's clever, it is often an excellent irritant, but it isn't true. If a horse has the colic you can get him to his feet by putting turpentine on his belly, but the turpentine is neither the whole truth about the horse nor an actual cure for the colic."
Jack Dempsey last week sold to Norman de Vaux, Durant motorman, for $650,000 the Barbara Hotel in San Francisco.
Henry Ford lunched obscurely in a Manhattan hotel grill last week. He was seated at a prominent table, but few recognized him. For luncheon he consumed: a cup of hot water, clear bean soup, chicken livers (which are having a gastronomic vogue) and mushrooms, a glass of milk.
Mrs. Helena Springer Green Raskob,
wife of the Chairman of the National Democratic Committee, handed to detectives four letters signed "Francis X. Watt," and demanding $100,000 on pain of destruction for her home at Claymont, Del., and death for her husband. The letters referred to the recent death, in an auto smash, of William F. Raskob (second son) and to a day when Chairman Raskob had to crawl out of an elevator which stalled high up in its shaft in the Savoy Plaza, Manhattan. ... In Philadelphia, the detectives chased a sedan with a liveried Negro chauffeur, captured one Frank
C. Mooney, 67; stooped, sullen, bespectacled, twice arrested before for swindles. He confessed attempting "the most despicable of all criminality—blackmailing."
The late King Cyrus the Great of
Persia (600-529 B.C.) built himself a mighty tomb. Its picture appears in practically every student's Ancient History book. Last week a German, Professor Ernst Herzfeld, sent a despatch from Persia belying the authenticity of that tomb. He has found, he wrote, inscriptions of the true tomb on a plateau over-looking the Plain of Murghab, the true site of Cyrus's vanished capital, Pasargadae.