People, Dec. 10, 1934

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

Patiently up & down his palace courtyard Bulgaria’s irrepressible Tsar Boris wheeled the royal baby carriage. Bored, he wheeled it through the palace gates and out on the streets of Sofia. Stopping every few feet to chuck his gurgling baby daughter Marie Louise under the chin, he pushed briskly on through crowds of startled subjects, made a circuit of the Capital streets, trundled back to the palace.

William Agnew Johnston, 86. Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Kansas, served the 365th day of his 50th year on one bench, thereby setting a record which Kansans promptly acclaimed as unique among U. S. judges. Born in Oxford, Ont. and educated only in country grade schools, Kansas’ “Grand Old Man” was first appointed to the State’s Supreme Court in 1884, re-elected every six years. In 1903 he became Chief Justice. More loyal are Kansans to Oldster Johnston than to any other individual or ideal except Prohibition. Said he last week: “I have hoped that I might be strong enough to serve out my present term, more than two years of which is unexpired, but it is uncertain.”

“Mr. Daniels is a consummate jackass.” So cried Monsignor Hugh L. Lamb, Chancellor of the Catholic Archdiocese of Philadelphia, in a speech about U. S. Ambassador to Mexico Josephus Daniels. “Daniels easily succumbed to the flattery of Plutarco Calles, the power in Mexico, who is known as the God-hater. He was wined and dined and private trains were placed at his disposal. . . . He has publicly expressed approval of the Socialistic and Communistic educational program.”

One day during the War Major Patrick Jay Hurley jumped into a German trench with a raiding party, beat down the defenders in a battle of bayonets. A wounded German soldier named M. Struver seized a hand grenade, threw it at Raider Hurley, wounded him.

Last week onetime Secretary of War Hurley was flying from Los Angeles to Tulsa. At Phoenix, Ariz., he looked up, saw Herr Struver, attache of the German Embassy at Washington, step aboard. Foes Hurley & Struver breakfasted together.

On the top deck of the Queen of Bermuda, three hours out of Hamilton bound” for Manhattan, a husky youngster in knee breeches stepped bravely up to a steward. “My name is Wainwright,” said he. “I’m a stowaway, sir, and I’d like some supper.” No penniless adventurer was Carroll Livingston Wainwright Jr., 8, but a scion of Manhattan’s socialite Livingstons, de Peysters, Wainwrights, great-grandson of Jay Gould, lineal descendant of Peter Stuyvesant. Month ago his mother, divorced from his father, fetched Carroll to Bermuda to live with her and her new husband, Sir Hector Macneal. Last week Carroll walked calmly up the gangplank of the Queen of Bermuda, caused a kidnapping scare in Hamilton before he gave himself up. When the boat docked in Manhattan, Stowaway Wainwright explained: “I wanted to go to school with American kids like myself. The captain was a grand guy. He had me with him all the time and we went everywhere on the ship.”

No sooner had Stowaway Wainwright been turned over to his grandmother than police caught another boy slipping down the gangplank, found that he was William L. Hires, 16, nephew of Philadelphia’s Charles E. Hires Jr. (Hires Root Beer). Stowaway Hires had made the round trip.