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

Crooner Dick Haymes, who sat out World War II in the U.S. as a draft-exempt neutral alien, got final word that he is now an undesirable alien. A U.S. immigration official ordered Haymes deported to his native Argentina. Dick's thoughtless error: he illegally re-entered the U.S. last year after a flying visit to Hawaii, where he trysted with Cinemactress Rita Hayworth, now his fourth bride. Last week, back in Manhattan after two futile days of rushing around the capital and trying to talk to the right people, Haymes took Rita nightclubbing. They were joined by table-hopping New York Post Columnist Leonard Lyons, who reported that he scribbled while Haymes wept. "If I could change my bones, my flesh," Haymes cried. "No, no second beginning. I know this land and love it ... When I leave, I guess I'll just say, 'America, forgive me.' " Murmured Rita: "Well, they're set to fry us, and we're ready."

Four-time Pulitzer Prizewinning Poet Robert Frost, to his surprise, turned 80. Explained he: "I got my sister's birthday mixed up with my own and just recently discovered through old letters that I was born in 1874, not 1875." A reporter asked him how it felt to learn that he was a year older than he had long believed. Said Frost: "I'd begun to suspect it for some time."

In Britain, bonnie Prince Charles, 5, without half trying, won the nod from the trade journal Tailor and Cutter as the world's best-dressed gentleman.

In Philadelphia, TV Scientist Roy K. (The Nature of Things) Marshall, 46, pleaded no defense to a federal charge that he had sent obscene letters to five teen-age girls, was hustled off for more psychiatric tests.

From Tibet came an intriguing snapshot of the Dalai Lama, who in March 1951, when he was 16, was photographed in a southern Tibetan monastery. He had fled there to escape the Red Chinese hordes advancing on Lhasa, capital of his theocracy, to which he returned later that year. In the picture, the Dalai's Lord Chamberlain shows him a golden urn said to contain the ashes of Buddha's two chief disciples.

At a Kansas City reunion with his old World War I buddies of Battery D, 129th Field Artillery, Harry S. Truman, in his best give-'em-hell style, frankly took a bow for warding off World War III. "I've been charged with murder and about everything in the book because it was necessary to stop aggression in Korea," declared he. "Still, if I had carried out the recommendations of many, there would have been the most terrible slaughter in the history of the world. I'm taking credit for preventing it."

California's state legislature voted to accept from the estate of the late William Randolph Hearst his $25 million castle, whose ramparts overlook the Pacific at San Simeon, and make it a historical monument, its 3O3-acre grounds a public park.

In Manhattan, the American Theater Wing presented its annual Antoinette Perry awards ("Tonys"), Broadway's version of the Oscar. Chief recipients: for distinguished performances in dramatic plays--Audrey Hepburn*(Ondine) and David Wayne (Teahouse of the August Moon); best performances in musicals--Dolores Gray (Carnival in Flanders) and Alfred Drake (Kismet); outstanding director--Alfred Lunt (Ondine); outstanding play--Teahouse of the August Moon; outstanding musical--Kismet.

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At Fort Benning, Ga., where their daddy, Major John Eisenhower, commands an infantry battalion, the President's three grandchildren, Barbara Anne, 4, Susan, 2, and Dwight David, 5, who looks steadily more Ikelike, squinted and squirmed uncomfortably while posing for a picture in their new Easter togs.

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Asked at a news conference in Trenton, NJ. what the term "egghead" means to him, Adlai Stevenson quickly replied: "I don't know the origin. I would only have this to say: 'Eggheads of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your yolks!' " Later, in North Carolina, where he went to visit his sister, Mrs. Ernest Ives, and play golf, Stevenson developed a sudden back pain, was whisked off to a hospital, where doctors decided he has nothing to lose but a kidney stone.

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A movie set in Rome saw some off-camera soap opera when high-strung Cinemactress Shelley (A Place in the Sun) Winters, in the midst of a scene, spotted her estranged husband, Cinemactor Vittorio (Rhapsody) Gassman on the set with the other woman, Italian Actress Anna Maria Ferrero. Shelley tossed a hand mirror at Gassman, clawed his face, was aiming a roundhouse right at Anna Maria when Actress Winters' coworkers corralled her long enough for Gassman and friend to escape.

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In Uvalde, Texas, John Nance ("Cactus Jack") Garner, 85, was sorry that he is a disappointment to tourists who come around expecting a scenic wonder. "People come by here to see me," he drawled. "They want to see what a former Vice President looks like. They expect to see some big, imposing man. And it's me. I'm just a little old Democrat."

* For other kudos for Actress Hepburn, see CINEMA.

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