"Names make news." Last week the following names made the following news:

Charles Evans Hughes, John William Davis and their wives sailed last week from Manhattan on the S. S. Bermuda for Bermuda. Asked if the Hugheses and Davises were travelling together, Lawyer Hughes replied: "No. We are each holding our own show."

Also aboard was Boston's Paul Revere (great-great-grandson) and bride.

Julius Rosenwald, 66, philanthropist and board-chairman of Sears, Roebuck & Co. (mail order house), sat, hour after hour and day after day last week, in the divorce court of Judge Joseph Sabath in Chicago. An observer, not a divorce-seeker, was Mr. Rosenwald. As to how he would use his observations, he said: "I have nothing definite I can give out now. If you were a mind-reader you would know what the plans are."

Anne Spencer Morrow, fiancee of Col. Charles Augustus Lindbergh, poured tea, one afternoon last week at the U. S. Embassy in Mexico City, for Richard Barthelmess, cinemactor.

Col. Charles Augustus Lindbergh, flying from east to west across the continent swerved south to Eagle Pass, Tex., to Mexico City, to pay a visit.

Elisabeth Morrow arrived from Manhattan in Mexico City to be with her sister Anne.

Gerardo Machado, President of Cuba, entertained Alfred Emanuel Smith and John Jacob Raskob last week in Havana. Pensively twirling a glass of champagne, Mr. Raskob observed, ''We can't do this in our country." "Legally," added Mr. Smith.

George C. Hoover, attorney for the Interstate Commerce Commission, cousin of the President-Elect, was knocked down last week in Washington by an automobile driven by Fannie P. Dial, daughter of onetime Senator Nathaniel Barksdale Dial of South Carolina. Cousin Hoover's injuries were a fractured leg, a bruised body. Miss Dial picked him up, put him in her car, drove to a hospital. No charge was made against her.

Chief Justice William Howard Taft, according to custom, took no part in a case before the U. S. Supreme Court, last week, in which his niece-in-law, Elizabeth C. Taft of Detroit, lost an appeal to escape a $2,040 tax on her 1923 income.

Jack Dempsey obtained publicity for the Sharkey-Stribling fight, which he was promoting, by being shot at by an "unidentified prowler," last week, in Miami Beach, Fla. The bullet missed him.

George Moore, celebrating his 76th birthday in London, last week, announced that he had burned the original version of his novel, Aphrodite in Aulis. Shrewd, however, he had saved enough of it to make a fragment for Vanity Fair (March issue). He said he was rewriting the novel entirely: "I missed the architecture the first time and every thing in every art must have architecture. . . . After Aphrodite in Aulis is finished I shall write no more."

King Gustaf of Sweden, according to screeching Riviera news organs, "almost broke the bank at Monte Carlo," last week. Even if he had broken the bank, it would have been no staggering feat, for breaking-the-bank simply means that the banker of one roulette table is obliged to go to the cashier of the house and get some more money. Players winning as little as 5,000 francs ($200) have sometimes broken-the-bank.

Amos Parker Wilder, 67, father of Thornton Niven (Bridge of San Luis Rey) Wilder, retired last week as associate editor of the New Haven Journal-Courier.