In a brief seizure of bourgeois conformity, Painter Pablo Picasso, 79, nipped into the chic St. Tropez to outfit daughters Paloma, 12, and Catherine, 13, in the Riviera's latest de rigueur--narrow green slacks and embroidered tops. Though the girls consider themselves sisters, they stem from unrelated branches of the cubistic Picasso family tree. Paloma is by Painter Franc,oise Gilot, Catherine by Picasso's wife's first husband.

Still aflame with mad little mutinies, wizened Nazi War Criminal Rudolf Hess, 67, was entertaining himself in his cell in Berlin's dreary Spandau Prison* by wheedling cigarettes from his warders. "They know it's forbidden to give the prisoners cigarettes," explained one guard last week, "but whenever a new bunch comes on duty, they figure he's just a harmless old man, so they hand a few through the bars." Then, after his last puff, the onetime Deputy Fuehrer summons a senior warder for a look at the verboten butts, "reveling in the knowledge that this means a few weeks' restriction for the man who gave him the smokes."

While Frank ("Pope") Sinatra and his self-conscious Clansmen were frolicking" in Europe, their onetime matriarch, Lauren Bacall, 36, pulled the imprimatur right out from under them back in Hollywood. "As far as I'm concerned," pronounced the bodkin-tongued widow of the clique's founding father, Humphrey Bogart, "the Rat Pack automatically dissolved in 1956 [when Bogart was fatally ill]. I don't recognize the present group at all; I think their pleasures are rather simple--simple-minded." Was there space for her new spouse, Jason Robards Jr., on Bogie's pedestal? "I'm not saying this because I'm married to him," confided Bacall to New York Herald Tribune Columnist Joe Hyams, "but because it's the complete, unvarnished truth: Jason is the best American actor around. In addition, he has virility--something lacking in most movie males today. He doesn't keep saying he's a man all the time. He is."

After wading barefoot through a monsoon-flooded rice paddy on his first major tour of the steamy Indian hinterland, the U.S.'s new high-pocketed, highbrowed Ambassador John Kenneth Galbraith and 'his wife Catherine cooled off at surf-raked Puri on the Bay of Bengal. Though they had followed the local practice of hiring a personal lifeguard against the treacherous undertow, the ambassador's lady still barely went near the water.

Recovering in European hospitals after dire prognoses: Spain's Matador Numero Uno Antonio Ordonez, 29, who stumbled over his muleta at Malaga to receive his almost annual goring (a 6-in., 14-stitch groin wound), but, following a one-hour surgical mano a mano with death, was expected to return to the ring by month's end; and West Germany's pugnacious pacifist, Evangelical Church Pastor (and World War I U-boat Skipper) Martin Niemoller, 69, who, while vacationing in Denmark, suffered near fatal injuries in an auto crackup that killed his wife and housekeeper.

Baseball's highest-priced performer (1960 take: $85,000 from the San Francisco Giants, some $23,000 from shaving in public), Willie Mays, 30, was crying all the way to the bank. Already into the Giants for $65,200 in salary advances and $8,641 in hock to the revenooers, the "Say Hey" center fielder faced further depredations from his estranged wife Marghuerite (who indignantly denies Mays's charge that she "goes for $400 shoes and $8,000 mink coats"). Moaned Willie's attorney, who was fighting to un-sweeten Marghuerite's separation fee in a California court: "I hoped to be Willie's financial adviser, but it's turned out that I'm just a scorekeeper."

High among the retirement problems facing Dwight D. Eisenhower, 70, has been the fact that after 20 chauffeu-sheltered years as general and President he no longer knew how to pilot any vehicle more complicated than a caddie cart. Last week--after studiously familiarizing himself with the mechanical mutants currently surviving Detroit's Darwinian struggle--Ike spun a 1958 Imperial through a Pennsylvania license test with all the aplomb of Stirling Moss. Final verdict on the General of the Army by his police corporal examiner: "An excellent driver."

Tentatively admitting the John Birches to his petrified forest, Columnist Westbrook Pegler, 67, applauded their "Impeach Earl Warren" slogan ("I think this is an impractical idea but a worthy emotion"), but noted that he had personally "abstained from joining the society because it might not be far enough to the right." Equally abstemious, for different reasons, was another vintage journalist, California Rancher Thomas M. Storke, 84, who for 61 years has been editor-publisher of the Santa Barbara News-Press. To counter Big Bircher Robert Welch's $2,300 college essay contest on reasons why Warren should be impeached, Storke offered $1,500 for dissertations on "The Problem of Character Assassination," but limited his entry list to law students and one other group. Snorted longtime Welch Baiter Storke: "I've also called for essays from students of psychiatry."

*A 19th century, 400-cell fortress-penitentiary maintained at an annual cost of more than $67,500 to keep just three inmates. The others: former Hitler Youth Leader Baldur von Schirach, former Nazi Production Czar Albert Speer.

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