West German Chancellor Willy Brandt acquired both his wife and his university education from Norway, when he was a young refugee from the Nazis. Now he was back to pick up another notable ornament to his life, the Nobel Peace Prize. "Let me tell you how much it means to me," said Brandt in his acceptance speech, "that I should see the name of my country linked with the desire for peace--after all the indelible horrors of the past."

On his 75th birthday, in 1969, Germany's Grain Tycoon Alfred C. Toepfer created a "European Award for Statesmanship," to be presented to the statesman who did most for the cause of European unity. After years of search, the selection committee picked their first prizewinner: Britain's Prime Minister Edward Heath, "for his outstanding services to the entry of Britain to the European Community, to European unification, and the standing of Europe in the world."

Newport's Hammersmith Farm--where Jacqueline Onassis spent her summers when she was young, and which John F. Kennedy used on occasion as the summer White House during the Camelot days--has now been listed for sale. "Too much of a burden to maintain," said a spokesman for Washington Stockbroker Hugh D. Auchincloss, Jackie's stepfather. Not that the Auchinclosses will find themselves with nowhere to lay their heads in Newport. Only the main house and 25 acres are on the market, leaving the family with about 45 acres and two other houses --not to mention caretaker cottages, greenhouses and garages.

French Painter Ghislain ("Jicky") Dussart has been faithful to Film Star Brigitte Bardot in his fashion; during the past 15 years he has taken some 60,000 photographs of her. A hundred of them are now on exhibition in Paris at the Left Bank Nikon Gallery, and BB herself --false freckles and all--turned up for the opening, urging the press to take plenty more pictures ("What do you think I came here for?"). Anyone would have been a fool not to. "The only way you can mess up a picture of Brigitte," says Dussart modestly, "is to forget to put film in your camera."

"I believe that more lies have been printed and told about me than about any living man," said Howard Hughes, 65. Obviously, there was only one thing to do. Hughes has dictated his autobiography--from his Houston childhood through his careening career as moviemaker, airline owner, speed-record breaker, electronic tycoon, husband, and archrecluse. To help him tell his story, Hughes has appropriately chosen a fiction writer, Clifford Irving, author of several novels and Fake, the biography of the Hungarian forger of modern art, Elmyr de Hory. LIFE will print three 10,000 word installments of the book beginning in early March, and McGraw-Hill will publish the 230,000 word volume a few weeks later. Characteristically, the taping sessions for the book were shrouded in such Hughesian secrecy that a spokesman for the Hughes Tool Co. and Hughes' own public relations firm insist that it must be a hoax.

Some 5,000 veterans of the peace movement and a few newcomers gathered in Manhattan's vast Cathedral of St. John the Divine for a "Remember the War" rally at the invitation of Episcopal Bishop Coadjutor Paul Moore Jr. Among the newcomers: Playwright Tennessee Williams, "Here to express my profound disgust with the war." Among the veterans: Superstar Norman Mailer, for whom the gathering was "a celebration. After all, this is the first time in my life that students, a peace movement, ever succeeded in shifting a major empire from its military aims." The war was really ending, Mailer added, and it behooved movement members to begin thinking out what new paths to follow, if they were not to become a bunch of left-wing totalitarians. Next came a Mailer playlet full of four-letter language.

The present Marquis de Sade prefers the title Count. But Xavier de Sade, an agricultural engineer in the French village of Conde en Brie and the father of five children, is not ashamed of his infamous ancestor. He feels, in fact, that the man who gave his name to sadism was more sinned against than sinner. "All the big men of his time were doing the same things that he was," says Xavier. "They had to find a scapegoat, someone who could absorb all the dirtiness of the era, and they found him. Killing, raping--it all depends who's doing it."

Mother would have been proud. In a smashing opening reminiscent of a Judy Garland triumph at the Palace, Daughter Liza Minnelli in Paris brought down a house that included the Richard Burtons, Salvador Dali and U.S. Ambassador Walter Annenberg, then sent the critics into paroxysms of praise for her robust singing. France-Son's review began: "Santa Clans, thank you, thank you for having already left this super-present.' Said L'Aurore: "A pontifical cascade of superlatives would not suffice to express the greatness of the talent and the personality of Liza Minnelli."

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