He was wearing a striped blazer decorated with a yellow rose, she a big-shouldered coat, sequined Chiquita Banana shoes and a green straw hat. After presenting the $350,000 they had raised for earthquake relief for Nicaragua to the Pan American Development Foundation in Washington, Rolling Stone Mick Jogger and his look-alike Nicaraguan wife Bianco decided to try the exclusive Sans Souci restaurant. Paul DeLisle, the maitre d'hotel, was not impressed. "No reservation; no tie," he said, turning them away.

"I didn't like him one bit. He had always seemed superficial to me. He had no dignity, no reserve." It was George McGovern describing Thomas Eagleton, and once his postelection silence on the subject was broken, he had plenty to say. As Author Joe McGinniss (The Selling of the President 1968) recounts it in the New York Times Magazine, McGovern feels great bitterness toward Eagleton and would do "anything that was necessary" to prevent his future nomination for President. Mrs. McGovern, he went on to say, had developed a "pathological" hatred for the press during the campaign, and since November he has had "to keep taking her out to dinner and getting her loaded all the time in order to get her mind off it." The extraordinary article was no sooner out than McGovern issued a statement repudiating it. "I have seldom encountered a more disreputable and shoddy piece of journalism. I am particularly offended by the fact that the article defames my wife Eleanor, and friends and colleagues in the Senate, most especially Senator Eagleton."

The mauve-and-gold plate propped up in the Bois de Boulogne drawing room of the Duchess of Windsor, 76, was the first of a run of 1,000 Coalport china plates commemorating her late husband. Inscribed on its back is an elegiac quotation from Sir Winston Churchill: "In this prince there were discerned qualities of courage, of simplicity, of sympathy, and, above all, of sincerity; qualities rare and precious which might have made his reign glorious in the annals of this ancient monarchy."

Father confessor to three decades of celebrities, the Most Rev. Fulton J. Sheen, 77, told Television Interviewer Bill Meyers that what troubles him most about the U.S. is the "loss of objective standards" and the disappearance of the discipline that once made America great. Where can one still find discipline in our society? "As Coach Madden of the Oakland Raiders once said to me," Sheen reported, "it is left only in the professional football team."

No one understands how power works in Washington, says Barbara Howar. Not that she hasn't tried to explain. The blonde recreation director for L.B.J.'s Great Society has been criss-crossing the country peddling her memoirs, Laughing All the Way. What discourages Barbara is that readers keep trying to find out who her Senator-lover was, while no one asks about his successor in her affections, a presidential assistant. According to Barbara, "a presidential aide is much more important these days." Anyway, those days.

"I've never liked my face. The left side's predatory, the right more friendly," confessed Actress Raquel Welch to Vogue, explaining how she "contours" her cheeks with gels to build up planes she doesn't have. As for the contours she does have, Raquel has grown indifferent to them. "My best assets," she has decided after being photographed by Richard Avedon, "are my back, teeth, hands, feet--in that order."

The band was playing Don't Get Around Much Any More, but Edward Kennedy ("Duke") Ellington was having the time of his life. In Atlanta to get an honorary doctorate for capturing "the heart of soul," the jazzman celebrated his 74th birthday right on the stage of Clark College's Davage Hall. "I hope this has improved my charisma," he said before blowing out the candles on the giant green and white cake.

His father-in-law must be pleased. David Eisenhower's journalistic debut on the prestigious Op Ed page of the New York Times was as conservative and moralistic as anyone could wish. "A public bored with revolutionary fantasy moves on to more pertinent issues," David wrote, summing up the end of campus activism. The student revolution, he believes, was doomed by the radicals' "tendency to seek self-gratification." Although he has a drawerful of other publishable articles, David has just about decided on a career in law instead of journalism.

How does his sophisticated silver-screen image jibe with the real Fred Astaire? "Right on the nose!" cracked the real Fred, 73. In Manhattan for a gala given him by the Film Society of Lincoln Center, he was asked to name his favorite dancing partner. Was it Ginger Rogers, Joan Crawford, Judy Garland, Rita Hayworth or Audrey Hepburn? "Bing Crosby," quipped Fred, a gentleman to the tips of his taps.

"We cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us but for ours to amuse them--a diminishing number in my case," Novelist Evelyn Waugh confided to his diary a few years before his death in 1966. His journal, which has been running posthumously in the London Observer, shows the novelist becoming more misanthropic every year. When one of his former friends, Randolph Churchill, went into the hospital to have a lung removed, Evelyn observed that it was "a typical triumph of modern science to find the only part of Randolph that was not malignant and remove it." The remark was repeated to Randolph, who was apparently amused.

The weight of debts and legal claims that Clifford Irving faces when he gets out of federal prison in Danbury, Conn., grew by another $130,000. The amount was awarded McGraw-Hill by the New York State Supreme Court for expenses paid for his fake autobiography of Billionaire Howard Hughes. Clifford and his wife Edith, serving time in a Swiss jail, are now about $1.5 million in the red.

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