The way his one-week Austrian state visit was going, Soviet President Nikolai Podgorny ought to paraphrase a classic Kennedy remark by saying: "I am the man who accompanied Natalya Nikolaevna Podgornaya to Vienna." His daughter Natasha, 21, a shy Moscow medical student, was winning the Viennese in a way that crusty Podgorny never could, constantly outspacing her father in the daily papers, which delighted in chronicling all her visits to shops and operas. Papa Podgorny looks disconcertingly like Nikita Khrushchev, but Natasha, wearing sometimes dowdy Russian fashions and no makeup, had such a fresh nonpolitical charm for the Austrians that one government official observed: "She's the best public relations gimmick the Russians have."

After a year as deputy mayor of New York City, sharp-spoken Lawyer Robert Price, 34, thought it was time to turn his sword into a plowshare, resigned to become executive vice president of the mutual-funding Dreyfus Corp. "The only advice I can give my successor," he said, "is to work hard, stay clean, walk with your back to the wall and keep your Bible handy."

"He's got to be joking!" hoo-ha'd Elizabeth Taylor, 34. Funny thing, but Singer Eddie Fisher, 38, was serious. On grounds of "extreme cruelty," he asked Los Angeles Superior Court to give him a divorce from Liz more than two years after she married Richard Burton. Eddie doesn't think Liz ever got a valid divorce, since he was not represented at the 1964 proceedings in Mexico. And to make the joke seem even bigger, he requested the court "to determine the nature and extent of the community property of the plaintiff and the defendant and that the same be divided equally between them." On that basis, Plaintiff Fisher could collect as community property about $1,000,000 of the money she earned in Cleopatra, her epic romance with Dick.

In 1959, Miss Holland won after tattling to the judges that Miss Italy's bathing suit was padded. Last year there were wails of "fix" when a Miss United Kingdom won the contest for the second straight time, and this year's Miss World competition didn't promise to be much more ladylike. When the winner was finally chosen in London's Lyceum Ballroom, green-eyed Miss Malta shrieked: "The judges must be blind!" Not at all, though they did show a certain lack of foresight in picking Miss India, Bombay Medical Student Reita Faria, 23. The new Miss World isn't especially interested in the title. Collecting her $7,000 prize money, she waved away the usual lucrative year of personal-appearance and film offers, prepared to rush home instead to finish her studies, become a gynecologist and marry a Bengal tea planter.

At Windsor Castle, the bells rang in the curfew tower, but otherwise it wasn't a very royal birthday party. Turning 18, Britain's Prince Charles simply had coffee and buns with eight friends at Scotland's Gordonstoun School, where he is cramming for his university entrance exams. Had he wanted a real birthday blowout, the lad could well have afforded it. His income from inherited properties has now been raised to $84,000 per annum. Other advantages of his official coming of age: he replaces his father as regent-designate, would directly assume his mother's powers should she be unable to carry out her duties. Also, he becomes one of the six counselors of state--members of the royal family who act for the Queen in her absence abroad.

Not even a shipment of California smog had arrived on the prevailing westerlies, and Baltimore Mayor Theodore McKeldin, 66, might have been tempted to think that Los Angeles Mayor Sam Yorty, 57, was a welsher. Hadn't McKeldin bet Yorty a barrel of Chesapeake oysters against some comparably juicy California product that the Orioles would beat the Dodgers in the Series? And hadn't the Birds walloped the Bums in four straight? Well, yes, squirmed Yorty, but he hadn't really accepted the wager: "Under local law I could not bet." Nonetheless, Yorty informed reporters, "I am sending Mayor McKeldin some samples of California wine." Pretty tricky, that Yorty: McKeldin is an absolute teetotaler.

It does seem a shame that the boys will only be able to listen to her voice. Still, the radio patter of Starlet Chris Noel, 24, who cut a pretty picture with Elvis Presley in Girl Happy, ought to be quite an improvement over the nightly propaganda noise that U.S. troops in South Viet Nam have been getting from the girl deejay they call Hanoi Hannah, the North Vietnamese version of Axis Sally or Tokyo Rose. To compete with Hannah, the U.S. Armed Forces Radio is having Chris tape a series of hour-long music and sweet-talk shows to broadcast from Saigon. "I'm picking the records and saying whatever comes into my head," purrs Chris. "Mostly, I think, they just want to hear a feminine voice from home."

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