The Harvard Lampoon greeted the event by publishing a pink and perfumed parody issue of the Harvard Crimson. After a full-scale competition, the "Crime" had picked Radcliffe Junior Linda McVeigh, 19, to be the first girl managing editor in the student paper's 93-year history. "It's pretty hard for the boys to forget I'm a girl," the Cliffie admitted, "but you must be businesslike." Thoroughly upstaged, her boss, new Crimson President Robert Samuelson, said gracefully: "She has great wit; she is a good choice."

"It was bad enough when the kid became a Buddhist," said one Rockefeller aide. "But a Democrat? That's going too far." Actually, John D. Rockefeller IV, 28, never became a Buddhist while he was studying Japanese culture on $30 a month in Kyoto, though he is committing the other heresy. Young "Jay," whose Uncle Nelson runs the New York Statehouse and Uncle Winthrop is running for the one in Arkansas, is filing as a candidate for the West Virginia house of delegates--as a Democrat. At present, Jay is a neighborhood worker in Action for Appalachian Youth, a field that's ideal for a Rockefeller: he is fighting poverty.

I say, mused M. Who would that baggy Bulgarian be, prowling up Bond Street, slipping into pubs all over town and quietly haunting the men's clubs? A job for 007? Quite. Sofia Author Andrei Gulyashki, 51, celebrated behind the Iron Curtain as Communism's answer to Ian Fleming, was in London to do a little spying on "James Bond's town" and gather background for his new counterespionage epic, Avvakum Zakhov Meets James Bond. Chunky Gulyashki made it no secret that Communist Superagent Zakhov, armed mainly with "strict logic and a superior mind," will try to defeat the capitalist lout in a "struggle to create a society of free and dignified people."

Senator Robert Kennedy, who certainly knew what he was talking about, pronounced the introduction: "I am satisfied that he possesses the qualifications." U.S. Chief Justice Earl Warren smiled down from the bench, and with that, Ted Sorensen, 39, a lawyer (University of Nebraska) who became John Kennedy's chief speechwriter, was admitted to practice before the Supreme Court. His memoirs behind him, Sorensen has joined the Manhattan law firm of Paul, Weiss, Rifkind, Wharton & Garrison, which once had a partner named Adlai Stevenson.

He looked like the anatomy of a murder after the fracas last month in Manhattan's "21" Club. Director Otto Preminger, 59, got smashed on the pate with a goblet by Literary Agent Irving Lazar during a jocular little chat about who should have the movie rights to Truman Capote's In Cold Blood. Preminger lost the battle (49 stitches) and the book (sold to Director Richard Brooks for more than $500,000), but now he's feeling better. Just before he stalked into New York City Criminal Court to charge Lazar with felonious assault, Preminger acquired the rights to Author John Hersey's upcoming novel, Too Far to Walk, which will give all the gory details on college life.

Up to Thailand's Chiangmai province rushed the royal elephant expert. It's true! he reported back to Bangkok. After studying the pale toenails, the pink about the eyes and the white about the ears, it could be certified that for the second time in the 19-year reign of King Bhumibol Adulyadej, 38, a white elephant was born in Thailand, thus assuring the kingdom of doubly good fortune. And so, in the traditional three-hour ceremonies at Chiangmai, King Bhumibol welcomed the albino baby. Buddhist and Brahman priests chanted blessings; the King poured lustral water, presented golden robes to the tyke, and then stuffed its mouth with sugar-cane stalks inscribed with the lucky beast's name, Phisanuphan (meaning "auspicious royal elephant"). That last touch is crucial, since without it, a white elephant soon forgets what he's called.

His cozy Elizabethan mansion called Sutton Place, in Surrey outside London, offered 72 rooms, eight manhunting Alsatian watchdogs, four judo experts and two poltergeists dating back to 1777. So on the whole, it should have been ideal for Oil Billionaire J. Paul Getty, 73. Except for that beastly English winter climate. Even installing central heating and a warm-water swimming pool didn't take the chill off. At last Getty has left Sutton Place and moved into a furnished 14th century castle on the seacoast near Rome.

Every year Metropolitan Opera General Manager Rudolf Bing, 64, edges closer to the record of Italian-born Maestro Giulio Gatti-Casazza, who ruled the house from 1908 to 1935. Last week Bing and the Met agreed that he should stay on through the 1970 season. That will give him 20 harrowing years.

His old man was a year out of college before he began displaying his baby face onstage with a touring band called the Royal Peacocks around 1925. Dick Powell Jr., 15, could hit the road earlier. With his mother, June Allyson, a still wholesome but depressingly matronly 42, the lad was appearing in a comedy called Good-By, Ghost at Chicago's Pheasant Run Playhouse. The show is plain turkey, but Dick Jr. seemed to have all of his late father's spirited style.

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