"You've heard the expression run for your life," cried Secretary of the Interior Stewart Udall, 47. "Well, let's run." With that, the Secretary shuffled off on a two-mile lope along the Potomac, followed in lemming-like procession by 40 other fitness kooks. Object was to publicize the health-giving joys of jogging. "It's the best form of exercise there is," said Udall, who has established four "jogging trails" in Washington parks. The only drawback, as jogging Devotee Judy Schwartz, 28, noted, "is that people think you are nuts."

Broken legs are no laughing matter for ladies in their 70s, and Dame Margaret Rutherford, 75, hasn't chortled once. The grand old actress fractured a thigh when she tripped on a rug in her hotel room in Rome, and had to be flown to London for an emergency operation. Dame Margaret is mad as a wasp about the whole thing, said Husband Stringer Davis. "She had been swimming every day near Rome, and is furious that the fall has put an end to that for the time being."

RONNIE GETS GOP FROM LEKA, SON OF ZOG, the headline might have run--and every word would have been true. California's Governor Ronald Reagan, 56, has been friendly for years with Prince Leka, 28, the throneless son of Albania's late King Zog, who was deposed in 1939. After a visit to Sacramento last spring, Leka wrote from Paris that he would be sending "a small token of appreciation," namely a 15-month-old, 700-lb. elephant. The beast's name: Gertie, which Nancy Reagan thought lacked a certain chic, and is why the Sacramento zoo came to acquire an elephant named Gop.

"It's my favorite city on earth," crooned Richard Burton after settling into a midtown Manhattan hotel. One of his favorite people on earth was there too--meaning in this case not Elizabeth Taylor, 35, though she stood smilingly at hand, but Burton's ten-year-old daughter Kate, elder of his two children by ex-wife Sybil. In honor of the several momentous occasions occurring simultaneously--it was Burton's 42nd birthday, as well as his first trip to U.S. shores in two years--young Kate pulled out all the hostessy stops, taking her father and stepmother to a matinee performance of Maine and, after a dinner break, shepherding them to I Do! I Do! in the evening.

Not all the Beautiful People made the opening-night party for a Broadway gobbler called The 90 Day Mistress, but there was a pretty good assortment of Not-Too-Homelies: Tony Perkins, Joan Fontaine, Charlotte Ford Niarchos, Tallulah Bankhead, Gore Vidal and Joan Bennett, all of them crushed into a Manhattan nightclub no larger than an orgone box. Best job of capturing the jaded eye was turned in by Angela Lansbury, 42, Broadway's ever-eccentric Mame, who was clad in an all but invisible microskirt. Angela's big news was that she had just turned down a movie role as a lesbian. "Corny as it sounds," said she, flashing a stretch of thigh, "I don't want to destroy the image I've created as Mame."

Endearing as it is to know that the mightiest minds have their silly side, the imagination still boggles at the thought that Albert Einstein wrote doggerel verse. In 58 letters to his physician and friend Dr. Gustav Bucky, who died in 1963, the physicist sometimes indulged his wry, self-depreciating with--as when he noted that he had the "Pauli effect," after fellow Physicist Wolfgang Pauli, who was said to be able to cause malfunctions in household appliances just by going near them. The poesy is the real stopper, though. Suffering from chronic stomach pains, Einstein labored and brought forth:

A las, I cannot come to town; Skepticism has got me down. Just at the moment I began To think your drugs could cure a man.

France's Medaille de Merite Agricole usually goes to innovators of hybrid corn, contour-plowing theorists and other worthy agriculturists, but the Gauls have finally got around to someone who knows how to put it all together. In Cambridge, Mass., the French consul-general pinned the green ribbon and bronze star on Superchef Julia Child, 55, TV's leading cuisinere and author of Mastering the Art of French Cooking. The unexpected award called for a party, naturally, and Julia rounded up half a dozen friends to celebrate with champagne and hors d'oeuvres. Ah, the hors d'oeuvres. "Well," said Julia, "I did make some hot little cheese puffs--but I also got some cream cheese and watercress rolls from the caterer because there just wasn't time."

He might not have been the first great orchestra conductor Bombay had ever seen, but he surely was the first ever seen worshiping at the city's Wadiaji Parsi Fire Temple. Ceremonially dressed in dugli, pugree and sudrahi, Los Angeles Philharmonic Conductor Zubin Mehta, 31, celebrated his first trip home in 14 years by accompanying his mother to the Jashan thanksgiving ceremony of the Parsis, a Zoroastrian sect that fled Persia for India a millennium ago. The homecoming was made all the more rousing by the fact that Mehta happened to have his 107-man orchestra with him, winding up a 14-city State Department tour with concerts in New Delhi and Bombay. "This is a landmark of our cultural tradition," glowed the Times of India.

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