For the most part, Caroline Kennedy, 4, sat rapt and on her best behavior as she and her mother* watched Moscow's Bolshoi Ballet limber up for their evening show at Washington's Capitol Theater. She curtsied politely to Ballet Master Asaf Messerer and shook hands with Prima Ballerina Maya Plisetskaya, who looked pretty funny in her woolly leg-warmers. But two hours of Bolshoi can be tough on the best behaved little girl, and Caroline got a mite fidgety. She struggled out of her pink sweater, kicked her red Mary Janes back and forth, wriggled up into Mama's lap, stretched and yawned. Finally Caroline piped: "Doesn't anybody ever eat around here?" Whereupon Jackie fished into her purse and came up with a piece of foil-wrapped candy . . . Next day, during a tour of the White House, the whole troupe got to meet Caroline's daddy.
Informed that he had won the $50,000 Enrico Fermi Award "for his leadership in thermonuclear research," Dr. Edward Teller, 54, who dislikes being called the father of the hydrogen bomb, had just one request. "I would appreciate it," he said, "since this for me is a nice occasion, that you refrain from calling me the father of anything."
To the University of Chicago, of which he was a trustee for 48 years, Meat Packer Harold H. Swift willed the $5,000,000 bulk of his $7,000,000 estate, half of the money to be used at the discretion of the school's officials, the other half as a permanent endowment fund. Cautioned Swift, a bachelor whose major outside interest was the university: "The fund is to be invested and reinvested ... I do not mean thereby to encourage the taking of wild gambles, trusting to luck; but rather I would have said university free to take on occasional unorthodox business ventures in the expectation that some of them from time to time will produce extraordinary results."
"The emergence of Lawrence P.
("Yogi") Berra as a capable business executive is now a fact," said the handout. The job: vice president of the Yoo-Hoo Beverage Company, makers of a chocolate drink.
Manhattan's elegant, four-story town house at i Sutton Place, overlooking the East River, now belongs to the man who lives next door in Nos. 3 and 5. The buyer of the ivy-covered pied-a-terre, sold at auction fortnight ago for a stupendous $436,000: Arthur A. Houghton Jr., 55, president of Steuben Glass, who purchased the property "as a long-term investment." It should prove a good one. In 1943 the Georgian brick residence, built in 1925 for Mrs. William K. Vanderbilt, sold for just $55,000.
"He's just drunk," scoffed a bystander as the man fell off the barstool at Las Vegas' Sands Hotel. But Comedian Milton Berle, 54, who has seen more than his share of nightclub stewpots, wasn't so sure. Noting the man's slate-colored face and blue lips, he shouted: "He's not drunk, he's having a heart attack." Carrying the stricken man to a service table, Berle spent 20 minutes administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation until an ambulance arrived. Said Berle afterwards: "I never did find out the guy's name, but I found out later they saved him."