By E. Graydon Carter

Her late father, Hale Boggs, was House Majority Leader. Her mother is Corinne ("Lindy") Boggs, Democratic Congresswoman from Louisiana. So it is only natural that Barbara Boggs Sigmund, 42, should hanker for her own share of Capitol Hill office space. With her mother at her side, Barbara, a ten-year veteran of New Jersey politics, announced that she would seek the Democratic congressional nomination for the district that includes her home in Princeton. If she is successful and her mother is reelected, Boggs and Boggs would become the first mother-daughter act in congressional history. Says Barbara: "I have two terrific role models. When I want to do something directly, I think about Daddy. If I want to do something indirectly, I think of how Momma would do it."

Sketching by the soft light of a California morning, he looks vaguely like a whiskery Whistlerian portrait. Indeed, the first photographs of Henry Fonda, 76, since he underwent further treatment last year for a chronic heart ailment, provide a poignant glimpse of the actor recuperating at his home in Bel Air. Fonda keeps busy with an old passion, painting. Although he received a Best Actor nomination for his role in On Golden Pond, he has no plans to suit up for the Academy Awards in March. In fact, his only immediate chore is to rid himself of his facial hair. "I grew the beard out of defiance," he says. "I made a pact with myself that only when I am well will I shave it off, which I am almost ready to do."

"Orson Welles has not made a lot of films, a dozen, I believe, but I've seen all of them." The declaration last week came not from some pallid revival moviehouse veteran, but from French President Franc,ois Mitterrand, 65. Speaking at the Elysee Palace in Paris, Movie Fan Mitterrand then intoned: "Mr. Welles, we grant you the honor of Commander of the French Legion of Honor." The director of such film classics as The Magnificent Ambersons and Citizen Kane was less awed by his own craft. "The director is the most overrated artist in the world," boomed Welles, 66. "He is the only artist who, with no talent whatsoever, can be a success for 50 years without his lack of talent ever being discovered."

When a worn, but serviceable, Atlas-D rocket boosted John Glenn's Friendship 7 space capsule 162 miles into space for man's first orbit of the earth, the achievement overshadowed an orbital trip made three months earlier by a 37-lb., Cameroon-born colleague named Enos. One of Project Mercury's Astrochimps, Enos passed the remainder of his Government service in relative obscurity. During celebrations in Washington marking the 20th anniversary of Glenn's historic spaceflight, the Democratic Senator from Ohio was given a surprise party. Enos couldn't make it, but a standin, dressed in a monkey suit, did, saluting Glenn and Wife Anna with four stanzas of doggerel, sung to the tune of When Johnny Comes Marching Home. A sampling: "Our pay was just the fruit we ate/ Hoorah, Hoorah/ But Johnny earned a lifelong fame/ Hoorah, Hoorah/ I hope that when he's President, chimps may also represent/ In the U.S. Congress, and the Senate too." --By E. Graydon Carter

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