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

Ghouls with sledgehammers and crowbars chipped and battered at a fortlike mausoleum in the Moravian Cemetery, at New Dorp, Staten Island, N. Y. where lie the bones of the late Commodore Cornelius Vanderbilt & kin. But the ghouls did not get in. Police who tracked footsteps through the snow next day recalled that 53 years ago the body of John Wanamaker's department-store predecessor, Alexander Turney Stewart, was stolen from its grave at St.

Mark's In-the-Bouwerie in similar fashion, concluded that the vault-batterers had intended to hold a Vanderbilt body for ransom. Col. Thomas Edward Lawrence (alias Aircraftsman Shaw), soldier of fortune and author (The Seven Pillars of Wisdom, Revolt in the Desert), was dis covered to be translating Homer's Odyssey into English verse. Augusta, Ga. is booming its winter-resort possibilities. A committee was formed to co-ordinate all sports (golf, polo, tennis, horse shows, race meets, baseball). The chairman: Tyrus Raymond ("Ty") Cobb, oldtime American League baseballer (Detroit).

For the first time since public alarm persuaded him to give it up in 1929, the Prince of Wales rode to hounds, with the Belvoir Hunt, near Melton Mowbray. Beside him rode his brother, Prince George. Galloping across a ploughed field, George's horse stepped into a watery ditch, somersaulted, pitched George on his left shoulder, which was dislocated.

Next day Edward of Wales took his brother's horse, put it over the jumps with the Quorn Hounds hunt.

The sheriff-elect of Fairfield County, Conn, appointed Sportswriter William O'Connell McGeehan of the New York Herald Tribune to be an honorary deputy. To an interviewer from his own newspaper, Mr. McGeehan told how he had been a deputy before, when 13 convicts escaped 25 years ago from Folsom Prison in California and fled toward Nevada. Deputy McGeehan's posse started after them with bloodhounds and, after days and nights of travelling, passed close to a spot where three of the quarry were hiding. ''After the second day the country was so tough the bloodhounds gave out and I had to carry the best of them. . . ." When the three hiding men surrendered, McGeehan said their leader had said:

"I had the bead of my gun right on the guy that was carrying the dog. If he'd made one funny move I'd have got him dead to rights. But he didn't. I figured at the time he was a deputy sheriff." Mildred Davis Lloyd, wife of film Funnyman Harold Lloyd, said: "I hope it's a boy." Expected time: March. Lloyd children to date: Mildred Gloria, 6; Marjorie Elizabeth, 5 (lately adopted).

Suit was brought by Senator Hamilton Fish Kean of New Jersey to compel Union Township, where he owns a farm, to pay him $105 for nine ringnecked English pheasants and twelve Japanese Silkies, which he said had been slain by town dogs breaking through his wire fence. Last year Union Township paid him $136 for a similar claim. Robert ("Bobby") Carmichael, North Carolina University sophomore, sportive son of Vice President William Donald Carmichael of Liggett & Myers Tobacco Co., had the New York Evening Graphic (tabloid) run off 200 copies of its tabloid front page bearing a photograph of himself tearing his hair (see cut} under the headline: BOB CARMICHAEL GOES MAD SEARCHING FOR XMAS CARD and over the caption: "BOBBY CARMICHAEL yesterday went crazy working on an idea for a Christmas card. His last words were: 'Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!' You see him above as he appeared in padded cell at Bellevue, to which he was rushed and in which he was photographed." He mailed the prints to friends as his Christmas card. Last year Mad Bob Carmichael sent his friends burlap bags full of ticker tape printed GOOD WISHES GOOD WISHES GOOD WISHES GOOD WISHES. . . . Author Erich Maria Remarque of All Quiet on the Western Front, in refusing to see the cinema version of his book as shown at Paris, declared: "A sort of shame makes me refuse to see the acting anew of those atrocities of Wartime."

Editor Ray Long of Cosmopolitan Magazine told The New Yorker that Remarque lately told him he had never been to the U. S.

because he knew only these English phrases: "How do you do? I love you. Forgive me. Forget me. Ham & eggs, please."

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