"When you have everything else," mooned Rocker Cher Bono, 21, "learning about the baby makes life complete. I'll probably have triplets." As up to date as ever, Cher and Hirsute Husband Salvatore P. (Sonny) Bono, 27, announced their first pregnancy last week, eight months before B-day, and reported to teeny-boppers everywhere that they are already giving "deep thought" to a name. Sonny, who is presently working against time to complete a movie called Chastity, admittedly hopes for a boy, whom he would name Sonny. Cher yearns for a girl, thinks that "it should have a real name." Suppose they compromise and have a girl named Sonny? Or a boy named Cher? Who could tell?

Looking like people who need people, 135,000 summer happy New Yorkers strewed themselves over every square foot of the 90-acre Sheep Meadow in Central Park for a free-for-nothing evening concert by home-grown Superstar Barbra Streisand, 25. The entranced Barbraphiles forgave their heroine a 45-minute delay in starting (really the fault of CBS television, which was taping the show for fall showing) as well as a certain lapse of lyric memory, cheered themselves insensate as she lilted and larruped her way through nearly two hours of Streisand regulars from Any Place I Hang My Hat and Second Hand Rose to Happy Days Are Here Again. At concert's end, Barbra returned to Hollywood to resume filming Funny Girl, leaving her sponsor, Rheingold beer, with a $3,000 extra tab for a 30-man garbage detail that worked for three days to clear Sheep Meadow of mounds of blankets, several truckloads of empty bottles and one black pleated skirt.

A judge can take only so much. Every once in a while, things get so outrageous that he must deliver himself of an all-but-personal opinion that from another's mouth might sound--well, injudicious. New Jersey's Supreme Court, voiding the 1961 gift of a $1.7 million art collection to Elmira (N.Y.) College by Mrs. Geraldine Dodge, 85, millionaire niece of John D. Rockefeller Sr., ruled that the sick and lonely woman "did not understand that she was giving up her title," had responded "with friendship and confidence to the synthetically effusive attention pressed upon her by the representatives of the college." In New York Supreme Court, meanwhile, forgotten Charmball Andrei Porumbeanu, 42, filed suit to annul the annulment of his marriage to Heiress Gamble Benedict, only to have his maneuver slapped down as "nothing more than the harassment of an experienced fortune hunter designed to extract tribute from his former 'child bride.' "

"Places everybody, roll 'em." And there came Actor James Coburn, 39, barreling out of the Cafe Wha' in New York's Greenwich Village with a Russian agent and a CIA man in zealous pursuit, just as it said in the script of a movie called The President's Analyst. There too, but not in the script, stood Patrolman Melvin Schwartz, an honest-to-goodness member of the New York City Police Department, who had not been informed that they were making a flick on his beat. Patrolman Schwartz's eyes narrowed as he beheld the fleeing Coburn. He gave chase, caught Coburn, beat him around the head and ears with his night stick. Co-Star Godfrey Cambridge doubled up with laughter. "Man," he said, "that's a real cop, and he's going to make lieutenant." Unamused, Coburn called a halt to the day's activity and went home to nurse a nasty CUT.

Ill lay: Sir Laurence Olivier, 60, recovering in London's St. Thomas's Hospital from a mild case of pneumonia and undergoing concurrent radiological treatment for what his wife, Actress Joan Plowright, describes as a "slight" cancer of the prostate; Elizabeth Taylor, 35, hobbling on crutches in and out of Princess Grace Hospital in Monte Carlo after a tumble aboard her rented vacation yacht Odysseia aggravated a chronic case of synovitis (knee inflammation) so badly that she may have to be operated on.

No woman since Genevieve de Galard-Terraube, the Angel of Dienbienphu, has won such tributes for courage. Author Truman Capote hailed her for "one thing: g-u-t-s," a Chicago newspaper remarked on her "spunk," and Co-Actor John Erickson said she "was like a bull in the ring." Inspiration for all the euphemism was Lee Bouvier, otherwise Princess Lee Radziwill, 34, younger sister of Jacqueline Kennedy, making her professional acting debut at Chicago's Ivanhoe Theater in a four-week run of The Philadelphia Story. Alackaday. Neither g-u-t-s nor the services of Seamster Yves St. Laurent and a personal barber (Kenneth) could placate the picadors from the drama desk, who saw only a "lovely looking amateur, an enthusiastic beginner" who "laid a golden egg." Leading Lady Bouvier compared opening night to having a baby ("You wanted to have it over with"), but Husband Stanislas Radziwill refused to accept fatherhood. "I'm going back to London," he said with a shrug. "She can do what she wants to."

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