With a four-layer cake in his outer office, Chicago's Boss-Mayor Richard J. Daley celebrated his 70th birthday. To friends and newsmen he dispensed spiritual advice: "We should love thy neighbor and honor thy father and thy mother and all senior citizens." And physical: "Exercise, you know, is responsible for my good health. You should be in my basement--jumping rope, punching the bag, lifting weights. The human body will disintegrate if you don't use it." The mayor's well-rounded human body seems in no such danger, whatever may be happening to his political machine.

The Black Panthers seem to be changing tactics, getting increasingly involved in community projects. Now Panther Chairman Bobby Seale, 35, has joined the System enough to announce that next year he will run for mayor of Oakland, Calif., and that Panther Information Minister Elaine Brown, 29, will try for the city council. "Our prime purpose," says Miss Brown, "will still be to organize the black community and the poor community toward achieving economic and political power."

It was Actor-Director Dennis (Easy Rider) Hopper's third marriage, but his first Jewish wedding. And what a Jewish wedding it was. A trumpet blast, and the 55 guests climbed to their seats on a hillside overlooking San Francisco Bay near the home of Bride Daria Halprim, who starred in Zabriskie Point. The music began as a composition for synthesizer, ram's horn, flute, and a Yemenite trumpet recorded especially for the wedding. Then, to the melody of a flute song, Daria, in a purple velvet Navajo dress, walked to the bridal canopy designed by her father, Landscape Architect Lawrence Halprin. After the ceremonial crushing of the wineglass under Hopper's foot, everybody danced a hora to the traditional Hava Nagila--arranged for guitar and Congo drum.

Houston's hulking, high-octane Defense Lawyer Percy Foreman has his own lucrative way of making the punishment fit the crime. "Even if I get a guilty one off," he likes to say, "he is sufficiently punished when he pays me." After a rich old man named Jacques Mossier was found bludgeoned and stabbed to death in 1964 in Key Biscayne, Fla., his blonde wife Candace, 44, and her nephew and boy friend, Melvin Lane Powers, 22, were prime suspects, so they hired Foreman. If Candy and Melvin "got off without a day of pen time," says Foreman, she agreed to pay him $250,000, plus the appraised value of four parcels of Houston property she owned--a total of $1,478,325. Payments lagged, and Foreman haled his ex-clients into court. After former Assistant U.S. Attorney General Will Wilson testified that $1,300,000 seemed to him a reasonable legal fee because he thought that without Foreman, Candy and Melvin would have been convicted, the judge ruled that Foreman still had $390,000 coming to him, which will bring his fee to $500,000. Said Candace's new lawyer: "We will appeal."

Freedom has obviously been invigorating for Father Daniel Berrigan, reputed to be ailing before his parole from a three-year sentence for destroying draft records. Looking hale, if not exactly hearty, he turned up in Paris for a meeting with the North Vietnamese delegation to the peace talks. His report: "They feel they have been let down by their Russian and Chinese friends, but they also feel Nixon has already been defeated."

"I'm stupid enough to like trying things," says the heir to the throne of England. "I tend to be a jack of all trades and not really master of very much." One of the things 23-year-old Prince Charles has tried is parachuting out of an airplane--part of his training as an R.A.F. officer--and he tells how that felt in a new book, Captains and Kings by Neville Birch and Alan Bramson. "After this hairy flight sergeant had shouted into my ear and given me a tap on the shoulder, I said, 'You're the chap who pushes me out,' and he said 'Oh no, sir, no, no, no--we don't do that. We just help.' The next thing I knew, my feet were above my head, caught in the rigging lines, which was very odd. The first thing I thought was: they didn't tell me anything about this."

"What this really is," said Playwright Arthur Miller as the American Academy and the National Institute of Arts and Letters convened in Manhattan, "is an attempt to get some communication between people in the arts, to give them an opportunity to talk to one another." Among the talkative literati, the most eloquent testimonial to language came from Oxford Teacher-turned-Novelist Iris Murdoch. "Words," she said, "constitute the ultimate texture and stuff of our moral being, since they are the most refined and delicate and detailed, as well as the most universally used and understood, of the symbolisms whereby we express ourselves into existence."

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