No drawn-out royal confinement for her, thank you. Right up to the eighth month of her pregnancy, Greece's Danish-born Queen Anne-Marie, 18, has been dashing about Athens with her husband King Constantine, 25, visiting galleries, strolling hand-in-hand through the park, dining in public restaurants and attending scores of gala functions. At last the world's youngest and loveliest queen sailed with Queen Mother Frederika for Corfu. There, in Mon Repos, the royal family's summer palace by the sea, she will await the birth of her first child, expected some null in late June or early July.
"The new boy punched me in the nose," sniffed the four-year-old to his mother. The new boy--and what a fine broth of a lad he is--was John F. Kennedy Jr., 4, and until recently few people knew that back in February Jackie had quietly enrolled him in the nursery class of St. David's School in Manhattan. Like the well-bred moppets they are, his classmates certainly seem to take it all in stride. When the roll was called one day a few weeks ago, one of them casually volunteered: "John's not here. He's gone to London to see the Queen."
Before the grand prize was handed out, there were several secondary awards, and one of them went to Sammy Davis Jr. "Where else could a nice Negro boy meet a nice Swedish girl and then have the whole family turn Jewish?" quipped Sammy, setting the tone for the 30th annual Father of the Year rites in Manhattan. And Robert M. Hutchins, 66, dubbed 1965 Father of the Year for his lifelong devotion to education, carried right on in the same vein. Accepting a standing ovation from the 1,200 guests, he thought he heard "derisive laughter in the background from my kids, saying 'What--that egocentric, vain, busy man who never has any time for us--he's Father of the Year?' ' Then how come he received the award? "Damned if 1 know--they just told me I was it."
Holding hands as they deplaned at Orly Field outside Paris, Brigitte Bardot, 30, and Jeanne Moreau, 37, looked an awful lot like a couple of doting teen-age chums. Vraiment, mes cheresl After 16 weeks together, filming Louis Malle's Viva Maria! in Mexico, les girls hadn't come close to a blowup--even for publicity--and now they seemed downright cozy. "We get along like two pals in the army," murmured Moreau fondly. C'est la guerre.
One of the perks of office enjoyed by Nevada's Democratic Governor Grant Sawyer, 46, is an official car. Enjoyed? It's a black 1962 Lincoln Continental, and it has left him stranded a dozen times in the past three years. Worse yet, every time he tries to radio the highway patrol to come rescue him, all he gets is static. "It makes so much noise that you have to keep it turned off," says Sawyer, adding that the air conditioning works in winter, the heater in summer. Now, after much pleading, Grant is getting a new auto, once again a Lincoln Continental, but neither he nor the Nevada legislature is taking any chances: the car will be leased for $750 a year, and maybe it will try harder.
As their son reached the age of one, Happy and Rocky finally decided to give the world its first peek at Nelson Aldrich Rockefeller Jr., and he looked like a million dollars.
He has been exonerated by both grand jury and departmental investigations, and so New York City Police Lieut. Thomas R. Gilligan, 37, figures he should collect more than an apology from his accusers. The man who triggered six nights of rioting in Harlem last summer when he shot and killed a 15-year-old Negro is suing some big names for libel. He wants $3,750,000 from Martin Luther King, CORE Leader James Farmer and half a dozen others because, he says, they circulated his picture under the headline WANTED FOR MURDER. He wants another $1,500,000 from Farmer for saying that he shot Powell in cold blood, and for asserting that he underwent treatment in a mental hospital. And that isn't all. Gilligan has demanded kinescopes of NBC programs featuring King and Farmer, and if the gentlemen said what he thinks they did, the network may be next on his list.
Saudi Arabia's ex-King Saud, 63, has a delightful habit of passing out crisp $20 bills and gold watches wherever he goes. But the Greeks have learned to beware of these Saudis bearing gifts. The old monarch has been in Athens with six of his 47 sons since January, and the fun-loving boys have been driving everybody up the wall. So far they smashed up four of their five $13,000 Maserati sports cars, clipped four' pedestrians, rammed a bus, and cost Daddy $3,000 in settlements with another $26,666 in claims still pending. At last, Prince Thamer promised that "we will drive very carefully--we won't even hit a chicken." It's a good thing he didn't say anything about garbage cans. Emerging from an Athenian boite next morning at 5, his brother Prince Bandar plowed bang into two of them with the last surviving Maserati.
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