They weren't at the head of unemployment rolls for long. Former Prime Minister Harold Macmillan, 69, and former Tory Party Leader lain Macleod, 50, have found new grubstakes on Grub Street, as Britons call the publishing world. Macleod, a onetime bridge columnist, will become editor of the prestigious Tory-lining weekly, Spectator (circ. 48,000), where he can plump for his alternative-to-Home party line. Macmillan will become board chairman of Manhattan's St Martin's Press, a wholly-owned subsidiary of his family's London publishing firm. He succeeds his son, Maurice, 42, who is leaving to join the Tory government.

The first wife of a German Chancellor in 30 years (excepting Eva Braun's few days) likes it better in the Haus than the banquet halls. Unpretentious Luise Erhard still does her own shopping in neighborhood stores and bargain basements, and she actively dislikes the necessary but nettlesome social functions. So during the round of farewell parties for Konrad Adenauer, it came as only a mild surprise one evening when she was the only woman in floor-length gown. Aghast at her gaffe, she whispered to Adenauer, "I feel so out of place." "Don't you worry," der Alte consoled, "I am in long pants, too."

Fresh from being elected national board chairman of the English-Speaking Union of the U.S., Dwight Eisenhower was in New York to honor a friend. "I want you to know how deeply I'm obligated and grateful to you," Ike told Dr. Paul Dudley White, 77, as he presented the heart specialist with a gold-plated stethoscope from the International Cardiology Foundation. Ike knew the gadget really worked, had already checked White's heart with it. The doctor was in the mood for gentle fun, too, calling Ike his "ideal" patient, who "through his most felicitous recovery--for which I thank him--promoted cardiology the world over."

When Restaurateur Toots Shor dove off a bar stool and fractured his right wrist a few weeks back, Jackie Gleason, 47, provided as much tease as sympathy. But The Blub is getting last licks. In a TV role, Gleason had to pedal downhill on a bike into a phony brick wall. The wall was supposed to fall away. Instead it fell on him, and lo and behold, a broken left wrist. With his injured appendage safely enslinged, Gleason offered a truce to Toots. "Now," he cracked, "we can go out and buy a pair of gloves together."

The invitations went out with a polite R.S.V.P. But only two people showed up, and so the Suffolk County, L.I., district attorney scheduled another try for his after-the-party party. This time he sent subpoenas to be sure he got testimony about the damage done to an old Southampton mansion after the debut of Fernanda Wanamaker Wetherill, 18. After hearing the story, a grand jury returned indictments against 13 young social lions and one girl, Subdeb Mimi Russell, 17, daughter of Vogue Publisher Edwin Russell. If convicted of the misdemeanor, they each face up to six months in jail and $250 in fines.

"Most Exciting New Star" seemed an odd plaudit for leggy Angie Dickinson, 32, who has been kicking her way around films for nine years. But the girl of Rome Adventure couldn't care less as she reflected in the glory of the king--Cory Grant, 59, who showed up with her at Manhattan's Americana Hotel to collect a small monument that proclaimed him "Star of the Year." The awards came from the Theater Owners of America, who should know who's worth feting. After all, they count the coins.

That coonskin cap and homespun look masked a quiet investor. Filed for probate in Chattanooga was the will of Estes Kefauver, showing for the Tennessee Senator a nicely diversified portfolio of oil, rubber, railroad, utility and manufacturing stock (including $25,000 in four drug firms, an industry he had been investigating for years), plus real estate and personal property that totaled more than $300,000. The real estate and half the securities go to his wife, the remainder to his four children.

Juicy, juicy, thought reporters at London Airport as they penetrated the dark glasses, collar-up disguise of many-faced Funnyman Peter Sellers, 38. And they clicked away as he greeted a femme mysterieuse. That made Peter blow his stack, and so the airport meeting quickly became leering tabloid fodder. The mystery woman turned out to be an unknown American lass, Liliane Kahn, 19, and all the fuss moved Mamma Kahn back in Boulder, Colo., to explain: "Peter has known Liliane since she was a little girl in London. There is no romance. Of course, she dreams of becoming a film star, just like all girls." Back to the airport, men.

He is driven around Uvalde, Texas, in a 1950 truck, has one suit of "store clothes," and won't crease his hat because "the wear shows up first in the creases." Why then had Cactus Jack Garner, 94, given more than $1,000,000 to nearby Southwest Texas Junior College since 1961? "Well," explained F.D.R.'s first veep to a Satevepost reporter, "when I came here in 1892 I only had $151.52 and a lung ailment. I owe my health and everything else I got to this blessed place. And, dammit, I'm going to give it back where it came from. I don't want these kids around here to suck on the hind tit when it comes to getting a good education."

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