In most California cities the punishment for driving with an expired license is $2. But Patricia Lawford, 38, wife of Actor Peter and sister of President Kennedy, was nabbed after a minor accident in Santa Monica, where Judge W. Blair Gibbens, 63, has his own ideas about sentencing traffic violators. Pleading guilty to driving with a three-month-outdated license—"Too long a time to be an oversight," said the judge—Pat solemnly accepted her bizarre sentence. Some time in the next 30 days she must visit the city's auto graveyard where the crumpled wrecks, some still bloody from auto accidents, are interred; then she must write a report for the court on the accident victims brought to the children's ward of St. John's Hospital.
Not at all surprised at finding herself unlisted in the 1963 edition of the jet set's flight plan—the New York Social Register—was comely Model Christina Paolozzi, whose undraped shape enlivened the pages of Harper's Bazaar last January. "It's just a little telephone book anyway," scoffed Christina.
It was the first time in his four-year reign that Pope John XXIII was seriously ill. The Vatican, canceling all papal audiences a few days after the Pontiff's 81st birthday, at first reported that the Pope had a case of influenza. But the real trouble, it said later, was a gastric illness that had provoked a "rather intense anemia." There was speculation, although no confirmation, that he had an ulcer. Put to bed and on a strict diet, he seemed cheerier after a few days.
He spent some time out of bed and planned to attend an elaborate canonization ceremony scheduled for St. Peter's Basilica next Sunday.
For the first time in her career, beguiling British Actress Julie Andrews, 27, was upstaged. She loved it. In London, the crystal-voiced star of My Fair Lady and Camelot happily nuzzled her two-day-old daughter, said that she and Husband Tony Walton, 28, a London stage-set designer, wanted the baby "to have lots of brothers and sisters." Name? Emma.
When his right hip starts to ache, as it does more and more often these days, Yugoslavian Bossman Josef Broz Tito, 70, likes to dunk his bones in a shallow, sun-warmed, saltwater pool built for him at his villa on the Adriatic island of Brijoni. But come winter, Brijoni's climate is just too cold and cloudy, so the dictator has ordered yet another villa, likely to be equipped with his specially designed pool, to be built 170 miles southeast on the island of Hvar, where the hotelkeepers refund the day's rent if the sun doesn't shine.
At the 63rd International Livestock Exposition in Chicago's pungent Union Stockyards, a gentleman farmer from Poughquag, N.Y., named Franklin Delano Roosevelt Jr., 48, took home a raft of ribbons. His polled (hornless) Hereford cattle, part of a herd of 300 raised on his 1,100-acre ranch 25 miles south of Hyde Park, grabbed off ten prizes, including a first and second place award. A manager runs the place, but Roosevelt, who bought Clove Creek Farms twelve years ago, spends most of his summers there and keeps in touch from his Washington law offices the rest of the year. "It's by far the best we've ever done," he gloated.