War photography may be a dying art, but on one front it is still going strong--at the Italian villa occupied by Robustious Swedish Cinemactress Anita Ekberg, 32, and her American actor-husband, Rik Van Nutter. Anita these days could practically play the mountainous billboard heroine of Boccaccio '70 with out any trick camera work, and, bugged by shutterbugs, she understandably responds with whatever comes to hand. Last week it was a rifle with telescopic sights, and she spent a busy few minutes sniping away at a photographer in a tree a few hundred feet from the manse. Fact is, Ekberg worries too much. If you like the motherly type, those extra pounds don't look so bad.

He originally liked Yale, but his mother made him stay at home, so he went to City College in Manhattan instead. Then Princeton came to mean a lot when its ex-president, Woodrow Wilson, called him to government duty, and now the letters and other documents chronicling the services of Bernard M. Baruch, 93, to nine U.S. Presidents will go to Princeton. With the Wilson collection, and papers of Old Nassau Grads John Foster Dulles ('08) and James Forrestal ('15), they will form the nucleus of a new Center for Studies in 20th Century Statecraft that eventually will also include the papers of U.N. Delegate Adlai Stevenson ('22).

Even with the new low withholding rates, it was a drag to raise five children on a Government salary of $21,000 a year, and so Mortimer Caplin, 47, finally resigned as Internal Revenue Commissioner, to return to practicing tax law in Washington.

Elizabeth Arden could have told them she was a rough customer. So could the Revson boys. But all she looked like was a fragile little old lady, so these three tough guys, dressed up in blue delivery boy's suits and wrap-around sunglasses, broke into the 26-room Park Avenue triplex of Helena Rubinstein, who may or may not be 92 (her age is a bigger secret than her formulas). "Open the safe or we'll kill you," snarled the head hood. "Go ahead," she sneered. "I've lived my life. You can kill me, but I'm not going to let you rob me." That kind of shook the thugs, and when she screamed they faded faster than a telltale wrinkle, without so much as laying a finger on anything in the joint.

His brother likes to zoom along in high gear, but Sam Houston Johnson, 50, is a more conservative Texas sort: he just gets into trouble going backwards. Last week, he backed his 1964 Pontiac out of an Austin parking lot, then banged into a passing delivery truck, wound up with "minor fender" damage, a ticket for reckless driving and a $10 fine.

The needle-nosed F-104G Super Starfighter boomed over the measured ten-mile course at 37,000 ft. above California's Edwards Air Force Base. Officials checked its speed with radar, and when blonde Aviatrix Jacqueline Cochran, 57, landed, she had another feather to put in her pretty cap. This time the cosmetics executive (chairman of Jacqueline Cochran, Inc.) had set the women's speed record of 1,429.2 m.p.h. at more than twice the speed of sound, easily shattering eardrums and her own 1963 record of 1,273.1 m.p.h.

It looked like a regular hegira at Accra International Airport as 5,000 frantic Ghanaians cheered, "Welcome, King of the World! Welcome, Mohammed Ali!" Actually it was only that latter-day prophet, Heavyweight Champion Cassius Clay, 22, who speedily made clear that he likes Moslem women and customs. "I'm going to get me four wives and take them back home," he 'lowed. "Abigail will sit beside me feeding me grapes. Susie will be rubbing olive oil over my beautiful muscles. Cecilia will be shining my shoes, and there'll be Peaches, too. I don't know what she'll do. . . ." The listeners nod ded happily, realizing full well that this was a king's prerogative, especially a king from America.

New York's two Republican Senators, Kenneth Keating, 64, and Jacob Javits, 60, have no problem remembering each other's birthday, since both were born on May 18. Last week Javits remembered Upstater Keating with a red-leather clipboard and pen, for jotting notes on planes during next fall's re-election campaign. In return, the big-city sophisticate got a wine decanter in red-leather casing, intended to keep the Burgundy at the right temperature.

In Washington, Lynda Bird Johnson, 20, went to a local production of Camelot with 1st Lieut. David A. Lefeve, U.S.M.C., 24, who is stationed at the White House as a "social aide." Big romance? "That's part of his work," said his father.

Midst laurels stood: Comedian Bob Hope, 61, given the National Citizenship Award of the Military Chaplains Association for his "tireless, unselfish efforts" to bring "warmth and cheer by personal visits" to U.S. servicemen; Composer Benjamin Britten, 50, winner of the New York Music Critics' Circle awards in two categories--operatic (for A Midsummer Night's Dream) and choral (War Requiem); Thomas J. Watson Jr., 50, chairman of International Business Machines Corp., elected president of the National Council of the Boy Scouts of America (he joined his first troop in Short Hills, N.J., on the day in 1927 that Lindbergh flew the Atlantic); Playwright Lillian Hellman, 58, and Artist Ben Shahn, 65, honored with gold medals by the National Institute of Arts and Letters.

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