Convinced that "tobacco, in the form of cigarettes, is a poison more lethal than the deadliest narcotic," Oregon's Democratic Senator Maurine Neuberger, who gave up her own addiction six years ago, vowed to "introduce legislation to deal with this tragic problem." Her probable bill: a new tax on cigarettes to subsidize cancer research. --

In his farewell lecture as Cambridge University's Reader of English, the grand panjandrum of British criticism, stiletto-tongued Frank Raymond Leavis, 66, set off the biggest explosion to rock Britain's literary Establishment in a decade. Leavis' target: Author-Bureaucrat Sir Charles Percy Snow, 56, whose, eight-volume novel cycle, Strangers and Brothers, has won him transatlantic renown as a perceptive interpreter of the new scientific culture of the 20th century. Dismissing their author as "portentously ignorant," irascible Humanist Leavis suggested that Snow's books "are composed for him by an electronic brain called Charlie, into which the instructions are fed in the form of the chapter headings." Replied the normally urbane Sir Charles: "I would only want to respond on the plane of reason, and this does not afford such an opportunity." -- Bravely breasting the chill Moscow winds, Hollywood's touring Kim Novak, 29. showed up in Red Square with fond hopes of thawing out the cold war in a cultural offensive of sorts. Her dreams of starring in a U.S.-Soviet co-production were heightened as U.S. Producer Lester Cowan and Soviet state film makers agreed to collaborate on a screen version of Novelist Mitchell Wilson's Meeting at a Far Meridian. Also making future missions to Moscow under a new two-year cultural pact that calls for more swaps of artists, students, newsreels, magazines. radio and TV programs: the New York City Ballet, the Robert Shaw Chorale and, for all those beat Bolsheviks, Swing King Benny Goodman. In return, the Soviets will export the Bolshoi Ballet, the Leningrad Philharmonic, the Ukrainian Dance Ensemble and, on the seas of friendly strife, they intend to challenge the winner of the 1963 America's Cup twelve-meter-boat race. -- Her wardrobe newly enhanced with high-fashion goodies from Manhattan's Chez Ninon (see MODERN LIVING), leopard-coated Jacqueline Kennedy emplaned on a commercial jet for her long-awaited goodwill tour of India and Pakistan. First overnight stop: Rome, where thousands braved forbidding chill and rain to cheer her on rounds that included a formal call on President Giovanni Gronchi and an audience with Pope John XXIII, with whom she would converse in French. -- Back to Africa bounded Ireland's choleric, keen-witted Conor Cruise O'Brien, 44, the literary critic and critical diplomat who was chief of the U.N.'s Katanga force until he resigned in a huff over British and French policy in the Congo. New post for Dr. O'Brien: the vice-chancellorship of the University of Ghana, under "Chan cellor" Kwame Nkrumah.

-- Amid speculation that Migratory Medici Huntington Hartford, 50. was in a nesting mood again, ex-Second Wife Marjorie Steele Hartford Sutton, 31, weighed in with some advice for her rumored replacement, Philadelphia Model Diane Brown, 22. Counseled the onetime cigarette girl who turned painter-actress under the spreading A. & P.: "Don't become just another project of Hunt's. You can become a sort of child of his --a spoiled child. It seems strange now, that after twelve years of marriage to Hunt, I knew nothing about cleaning house, paying bills or doing the shopping." . -- "I have gone as far as I can in tennis. Now I intend to do the same thing in golf." So saying, up-from-Harlem Tennis Queen Althea Gibson, 34, took aim at the U.S. women's amateur golf champion ship next August. Althea has chopped 18 strokes off her average in two years, occasionally cracks 80. drives up to 285 yards, has won several Negro tournaments. "I have," says she, "a God-given talent for being able to do things with a ball." -- Almost half a century after he entered public life, forceful, hawk-faced Carl Atwood Hatch, 72, decided to call it a day. Harried by failing eyesight, the onetime (1933-49) Democratic Senator from New Mexico reluctantly retired from the fed eral judgeship he has held since his depar ture from Washington. But mindful that appointments to the federal bench carry lifetime tenure, the crusading author of the "clean politics" act that has immortalized his name in U.S. politics still hoped to give his fellow judges an occasional helping hand in court. Said he with judicial precision: "When I retired, I did not resign." -- On an inspection tour of Dublin's newest national monument-- a restoration of Kilmainham Jail that epitomized British domination -- Eire's President Eamon de Valera, 79, came not as a stranger. "The Long Fella" himself was the last prisoner to stride from behind its walls into the dawn of Irish freedom in 1924. Said he last week: "I scratched my name on the wall of Cell 59, but I suppose time has erased it now." Also well remembered: the exercise yard, "where the men were executed" -- a fate that Dev narrowly es caped in 1916. -- General Seeger -- the White Way hope of the Theater of Michigan (TIME, Feb. 23) -- had no sooner turned turkey and folded its wings after two nights in New York than its visionary actor-president, George C. Scott, 34, turned tough with Hollywood. Up for an Oscar for his sup porting role as the cold-blooded gambler in The Hustler, the temperamental pride of Detroit became the first nominee in the 35-year history of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences to opt out of the competition. His announced reason: disgust with the lobbying and self-promotion increasingly expected of Oscar seek ers. Said Scott: "I take the position that actors shouldn't be forced to out-advertise and out-stab each other." -- A literary lode of remarkable proportions was brought to Manhattan by Mary Welsh Hemingway, whose pursuit of the unpublished works of her late husband Ernest took her from a Havana bank vault to the back room at Sloppy Joe's saloon in Key West. She collected a possible four novels, dozens of stories and sketches ("It's his work -- you could smell it"). Editors at Scribner's are now sniffing over one of the longer works -- reminiscences of Paris in the '20s. They, and she, will decide whether Hemingway fans are to have or have not. "I am bajo sus ordenes -- under Papa's orders," she said.

"I must do my utmost to know what he would want done about his work."

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