"You don't know the duke's face when he sees those envelopes that hold bills!" winced the Duchess of Windsor, 69. She does, and so on a visit to Manhattan, Her Grace, who was enshrined in the Fashion Hall of Fame seven years ago, reported that she's been skimping on the haute couture lately. "That navy blue coat I wore the other day is two years old," she sighed. "When my maid packed my bags, she said, 'Madame, some of these evening dresses have gone to Palm Beach with you three times.' I'm hoping nobody will remember."
San Francisco State College's famed Semanticist S. I. Hayakawa has no illusions. When ETC., the quarterly review of the International Society for General Semantics, devoted a special issue to LSD and other psychedelic drugs, Editor Hayakawa chose a few acid words for acid heads. Wrote he: "Most people haven't learned to use the senses they possess. I not only hear music, I listen to it. I find the colors of the day such vivid experiences that I sometimes pound my steering wheel with excitement. And I say, why disorient your beautiful senses with drugs and poisons before you have half discovered what they can do for you?"
This time the lift-off was awfully slow, but former Astronaut John Glenn, 44, didn't mind a bit. Bumping up the slopes on the T-bar at Stowe, Vt., Glenn pronounced the terrestrial view "beautiful" and prepared all systems for the descent. Thoroughly cured of the inner-ear trouble that caused him to yaw and pitch two years ago, after he whacked his head on a bathtub, Glenn roared down the slopes with perfect balance and later lamented that he doesn't have a chance to practice more, seeing as he lives down around Houston, where he still works as a NASA consultant.
Luci Johnson's August wedding promises to be quite a production, but it couldn't be any livelier than the one Hubert Humphrey is cooking up. His second son, Robert, 22, a junior at Minnesota's Mankato State College, will marry Collegemate Donna Erickson, 21, on July 9 in Minneapolis, and since the Vice President loves a party, he is turning over his eight-room house in Waverly, Minn., for the blowout reception. Hubert even promised the kids he'd bring Herb Alpert's stomping Tijuana Brass band to the party, and with all the Humphreys whooping on top of that, Waverly (pop. 580) ought to be the noisiest town north of the Pedernales.
Jacqueline Kennedy will be speaking practically nothing but Spanish this month. She flies off to Buenos Aires with Caroline and John-John to spend an Easter holiday on the cattle ranch of former Argentine Foreign Minister Miguel Cárcano, an old family friend. After a good week's riding on the pampas, Jackie will bring the children back to Manhattan for a short rest, then set off for more Spanish and horses, this time as guest of the Duchess of Alba at Seville's muy pintoresca Spring Fair.