The dress featured in the current issue of Mody (meaning "fashions"), a Soviet monthly, was a Moscow original: billowy, not willowy. But the face in the sketch was fetchingly familiar. It ought to be. With arching eyebrows, sweeping lashes and bouffant hairdo, it could have been inspired only by Jacqueline Kennedy.
The Vatican will make no doctrinal concessions when it holds its Ecumenical Council next October, German-born Augustin Cardinal Bea, 81, president of the Secretariat for Christian Unity, told foreign newsmen at a Rome luncheon.
But to move closer to Rome's ultimate goal—"a union of all the baptized, all Christians, about 900 million of them"—the council will explore areas of practical cooperation between "the separated brethren" and the Roman Catholic Church. One area suggested by the cardinal was as timely as the afternoon headlines. "Imagine what it would mean to humanity," said the longtime confessor to Pope Pius XII, "if all Christians would march ahead completely united on the question of nuclear arms, disarmament and peace."
All gussied up in a blonde wig, an imitation tigerskin cape and a patterned gown that made the New York Botanical Garden seem like the Mojave Desert, Elsa Maxwell, 78, put on the biggest fountain scene since Zelda Fitzgerald wowed them in the '20s with her midnight dips in the pool outside Manhattan's Hotel Plaza. Planted before a fountain set up in the Plaza's ballroom for the Renaissance Ball, a society smash for the benefit of Italian orphans and students, Party-Giver Maxwell did an improbable impersonation of Anita Ekberg's sexy splashings in La Dolce Vita, wound up by tossing the toy cat she was holding to the audience. "Even at my age," said she, "I am perfectly willing to make a fool of myself." Dark days were upon the royal equestrians. At the Ascot riding show, Princess Anne, 11, trying a bit too hard to please the judge, Queen Elizabeth, lost out on the prizes by faulting four times—once for riding so high in her stirrups on a hurdle that she came close to a spill. At Windsor, Prince Charles, 13, nearly went jodhpurs-over-helmet when he ventured a tricky cross-shot under his pony's head during a polo lesson. It was left to hard-riding Prince Philip to preserve the family's honor. He knocked in two goals one day, four the next as his Foot Guards polo team galloped to a 4-to-3 victory over New Farm and a 6-to-½ win over Swallet House.
To a Youth Physical Fitness conference in Washington, Interior Secretary Stewart L. Udall, 42, recent conqueror (along with some 500,000 others last year) of Japan's Mount Fuji, professed himself shocked at America's scandalous flab surplus. "I was out in a farm state* a few days ago, and I found that the women generally had a firmer grip than the men in a handshake," said Udall, who need not worry about the crunch in his own clasp. "I think that is a commentary on conditions today." Something had to give before Marilyn Monroe, 35, could snuggle into a bikini for the filming of Something's Got to Give, and what gave was 15 lbs. of Marilyn. Current poundage is classified, but Marilyn's waist is down to a wispy 22 in., just what it was for her first movie, Scudda Hoo, Scudda Hay, 15 long years ago.