By Guy D. Garcia

When it comes to family albums, nobody fills them fuller than royalty. Last week it was time to paste in two more snapshots as aristocratic couples toted their tots before the cameras in a regal display of parental pride. The newest face belonged to three-day-old Andre a-Albert Casiraghi, who left the hospital in the arms of his mother Princess Caroline of Monaco while her husband Stefano Casiraghi, 23, and her father Prince Rainier, 61, looked on. Caroline, 27, who has given up drinking and smoking in order to breastfeed, said she was "not the least tired" after giving birth to the 6-lb. 6-oz. boy, calling the experience "the most beautiful day of my life."

Meanwhile, over at Kensington Palace in London, Prince William, who went through all that two years ago this week, took a pre-birthday turn for reporters. He displayed his mastery of "Daddy," "ball," "ant" and "tractor." Headlined the Sun: WILLIE GOES TALKIES.

While Prince Charles, 35, and Diana, 22, looked on, the youngster toddled over to examine a newsman's camera. Pointing at a microphone, he asked, "What's that?" (Willie goes sentences!) Explained his father: "It's a big sausage that picks up everything you say--and you are starting early."

When William attempted to see behind the media throng, Charles instructed, "You are meant to stay on this side."

Praise be, there are still some class distinctions.

As "Olympic Gateway" was unveiled at ceremonies outside the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum, a gasp went up from the crowd of spectators. The onlookers' response was as much a reaction to the size as to the subject of Robert Graham's 25-ft.-high, 10-ton, $250,000 sculpture. The two towering figures were nude and, in the current phrase, anatomically correct (if that term applies to bodies that have no heads or feet). Two real Olympic athletes posed for the statues. Their torsos will now be well and fully known to those who pass under the arch on their way to the Games, but their names have been discreetly withheld.

The tears that streaked down her face were not in the script, but Mariel Hemingway's testimony at a hearing before the U.S. House of Representatives was as moving as any Hollywood drama. The granddaughter of Ernest Hemingway, who owns a cabin near her home town of Ketchum, Idaho, spoke against a bill that would preserve only 526,000 of Idaho's 8 million acres of wilderness. Hemingway, 22, at first read calmly from her prepared statement, but broke down when she got to a quotation from a monument to her grandfather. As she had said earlier, "My testimony is from the heart."

Since John Williams, 52, took over from Arthur Fiedler as conductor of the Boston Pops four years ago, the number of oldsters in the audience has diminished and the youngsters increased, but one thing has not changed: the irreverent Pops musicians whoop derisively at the more cornball program choices and read and talk through rehearsals. Last week, after one of his own works was greeted by surreptitious hisses at a run-through, Williams finally decided that enough was enough. The conductor-composer, whose most recent score was for Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, will turn in his Pops baton at the end of the summer concert series. Applicants for the podium may want to bring along Indiana's bullwhip.

--By Guy D. Garcia