He leaves mountain climbing to Eastern Democrats. Nonetheless, California's Governor Pat Brown, 59, has been a physical-fitness buff ever since his days as an all-round athlete at San Francisco's Lowell High ('23). So when it came to promoting Teen-Age Fitness, Brown allowed that he'd be glad to lend a hand--two, in fact. Inspired by Connecticut's Gymnast Muriel Grossfeld, 24, a comely, three-time U.S. Olympic team member who's touring the country in the cause of trimmer teenagers, Brown flopped on the light grey carpet in his Sacramento executive suite for an exhibition of gubernatorial pushups. He got up--and down--to four, took a gasper, and then did three more before returning to less arduous duties. "I haven't," breathed Pat, "done this in a long time."

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In a mock-minatory farewell address to London's Pilgrims Society, Britain's new Ambassador to the U.S., jolly, Cambridge-educated Sir Patrick Dean, 56, noted that the only other Cantabrigian to have represented the Crown in Washington was Sir Edward Thornton, who clung to the post for 14 years (1867-81), longer than any other British diplomat. Said Sir Patrick: "You have been warned!"

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Zestfully thumping a guitar, he sings French ballads, hits from the London musical Maggie May, English and American folk songs. One song that is not in his repertory, he confides to his Manhattan nightclub audience, is Oh, My Daddy Is an Engineer. "That," says Noel Harrison, 31, "would be ludicrous." Indeed it would. The only son of Rex Harrison and Marjorie Noel Thomas, Rex's first wife, Noel has a pleasant voice as well as a stylish way with a song--and when he got hugged by Friend Sybil Burton on opening night, he flashed a grin that was curiously evocative of his father's. And the critics agree that Noel may well go as far as Rex. Anyway, he sings a lot better.

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The main speaker at the annual Explorers Club dinner in Manhattan was to have been that intrepid adventurer Bobby Kennedy, 39. At the last moment, though, New York's junior Senator was detained in Washington--and perhaps it was just as well. When the Explorers were treated to a five-minute color film showing Bobby's conquest of Mount Kennedy, they burst into jeering laughter at every glimpse of the Senator. Said Manhattan Lawyer Richard Steel, a director of the Explorers Club: "When you see Bobby being carried 8,000 ft. up the mountain by helicopter, then being carried the rest of the way between two professional climbers, a certain amount of gibing is to be expected."

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The name was no handicap. Nor was all the free publicity showered on him when a couple of Tory M.P.s protested that the bloomin' British taxpayer was forking out ten quid a week to support--of all people--Would-Be Actor Michael Chaplin, 19, Wife Patricia, 25, and their six-month-old baby. All the same, Charlie's eldest son by Fourth Wife Oona O'Neill got off the dole by being just the slob for the job. The script of Promise Her Anything, which Hollywood Producer Stanley Rubin is filming in London, calls for a weirdie-beardie to play opposite Warren Beatty in a Greenwich Village comedy scene. After one look at young Chaplin's shoulder-length tresses, face-fuzz, tattered jeans and greasy jacket, Rubin exclaimed: "Why, he looks made for the part!"

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What a liftoff! When he quit the Marines and hitched up with the Royal Crown Cola Co. as a director last October, Colonel John H. Glenn Jr., 43, the West's first man in space, got an option on 60,000 of the company's shares at $19.81 each. Since R.C.C. shares are now orbiting above $24, Glenn's paper profits have already soared over the $250,000 mark. If the company's earnings keep climbing, Cola should land the astronaut safely on millionaire's row.

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It'll be a while before they get down to Miami again. Three years, to be exact. Even so, Beachboys Jack ("Murf the Surf") Murphy, 27, Allen Dale Kuhn, 26, and Roger Clark, 29, might have drawn up to 21 years each in the pokey for swiping $410,000 worth of gems from Manhattan's Museum of Natural History last October. They rated "sympathetic consideration," New York Supreme Court Justice Mitchell D. Schweitzer decided, because they did help recover most of the gems, notably the 563-carat Star of India sapphire, the Midnight sapphire, the Easter Egg emerald. If they can just manage to think where the still missing 100-carat De-Long ruby might be, they could get back in the swim by next spring. On the other hand, it will keep.

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The exhibition, "Three Centuries of American Painting," ranges from Copley to Calder, from a Stuart portrait of Washington (circa 1796) to a circa tomorrow Rauschenberg. So who had eyes for Art? For the 260 preview-and-dinner guests, all lovingly culled by Manhattan's Metropolitan Museum from Who's Most, the picture to remember was Lady Bird Johnson, wearing a black faille strapless gown for the occasion. It was fastened, as the New York Times was constrained to note, "with a great buckle smack in the middle of her back," and completed by a matching stole forming "a portrait collar." So appropriate! Seasoned critics appraised it as authentic early '64. More yet. The outfit, explained Bess Abel, Mrs. Johnson's social secretary, had been bought by Thrift Shopper L.B.J., who used to tote home most of his wife's wardrobe in the days when he had time for such activities. Now that she can suit herself, Mrs. Johnson wears clothes mostly chosen by Neiman-Marcus. L.B.J. brands went thataway.

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