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

"Being an Ambassador," said the U. S. Ambassador to Mexico, in Washington last week, "is a snap compared to being the father-in-law of the world's best known bridegroom."

Peter Arno, caricaturist (covers for the New Yorker), has a small daughter, Patricia. Last week she was vaccinated on the sole of her foot. Reason given by her mother, Lois Long ("Lipstick") Arno: ''Even if she becomes a second Lady Godiva, no one will think of finding a vaccination scar there."

Chester Alan Arthur Jr., 28, of Santa Barbara, Cal., grandson of the late Republican President of the U. S., is a sailor on a freighter, intends to write a nautical novel. Last week, on shore leave in Philadelphia, he said he had supported Alfred Emanuel Smith in the recent election, had once been jailed in Boston for ballyhooing the Sinn Fein movement.

Mrs. Irene Castle Mclaughlin of Chicago, onetime arbiter (dress, dancing, hair, gait), became last week a special police officer--"So I can protect dogs and other dumb animals and see that the law is enforced regarding their treatment."

Nicholas Vachel Lindsay, U. S. poet (The Congo, General William Booth Enters Heaven) who often loudly intones his own verses, returned last week to live in his native Springfield, Ill., after several years of residence in Spokane, Wash. In Chicago he was banqueted by friends. Said he of Spokane: "It is really brilliant, like those crystal chandeliers." Said he of Springfield: "It's an old middle western town, one-third African, full of tradition and swarming with neighbors willing to tell my [new young] wife where my mother kept the mousetrap and where she hung the view of Venice." Poet Stoddard King of Spokane wrote farewell verses:

I went to the Chamber of Commerce, Vachel:

The old place wasn't the same.

They'd flowers in front of your picture, Vachel.

And sobbed when I spoke your name.

Oh, what will we do, the president said,

(He spoke with a worried frown)

For we haven't a poet, a first class poet

Left in our lovely town.

Actor Grant Mitchell and Playwright William E. Barry sailed last week for Bermuda, there to go fishing with Explorer-Naturalist William Beebe.

Comedian Raymond Hitchcock opened last week in Chicago in a new play, Your Uncle Dudley. After a few days he had a heart attack, was hospitalized. The play was cancelled for the season. Said Comedian Hitchcock: "Just say that I'm fighting to get that breath back."

Mrs. Mathilde McCormick Oser, daughter of Capitalist Harold Fowler McCormick of Chicago, granddaughter of John Davison Rockefeller, wife of Max Oser, onetime Swiss riding master, arrived in the U. S. last week on vacation from her home in Berne, Switzerland. With her were husband, son, daughter. It is her first visit since her widely publicized marriage, at the age of 18, in 1923. The Oser children were to meet Great-Grandfather Rockefeller.

Anna Eleanor Roosevelt Roosevelt, cousin and wife of New York's Governor, was asked to christen Consolidated Instrument Co. of America's new test plane at Albany this week. Said she: "As I have never been aloft, I would like to take a flight in it. In fact, ... no flight, no christening."

Augustyn Cardinal Hlond, Primate of Poland, flew last week from Warsaw to Rome. Said he: "It seems like a miracle...."

Pierre Frejol, impresario of the famed Folies Bergere of Paris, told secrets last week about the selection of chorus girls. Said he: "Some of them suffer a stroke of timidity when they reach my office, grow red with shame instead of undressing and finally stammer out that they have changed their minds. Others have convinced themselves that they might as well get it over with now as later, and tear at their clothes like savages as they disrobe."

Robert Tyre Jones Jr. of Atlanta went to Manhattan last week with his lawpapers and golf clubs. After attending to business, he played around the Winged Foot Links at Mamaroneck, N. Y., where the Open Championship will be held June 27-29. Motoring back to town, he went to a friend's apartment on Park Avenue to play bridge. Soon he was grieved to hear that his golf bag of 13 clubs including "Calamity Jane," has favorite putter (smooth faced, goose-necked blade type, gift of his mother) had been stolen. He had to leave for home without them. An alert Manhattan garage man recovered the clubs from three street urchins. In Atlanta, Golfer Jones, relieved, went to play a Saturday round at the East Lake links. Lightning struck the clubhouse chimney, showered bricks around Golfer Jones. One of them pierced his umbrella, bruised his shoulder. He guessed he was lucky.

Georges Carpentier of Paris, onetime light-heavyweight boxing champion of the world, lately a dancing man in London and Paris revues, arrived in the U. S. last week for a vacation and "to look around a bit." He said he might fight again, "if the proper inducement . . . etc. etc."

Lina Cavalieri of Paris, oldtime prima donna, lately divorced from Lucien Muratore, oldtime opera tenor and newly-elected Mayor of Biot on the French Riviera, declared last week she would soon journey to the U. S. to establish a chain of beauty shoppes.