Natty, wisecracking little James John ("Jimmie") Walker, 58, who as playboy mayor of New York City overlooked few bets, visited Mayor LaGuardia's breezy summer headquarters overlooking the World's Fairgrounds, grinned: "Well, well . . . . It's one bet I overlooked."

In Vancouver, B. C. debarked chubby Orphan Helen Priscilla Stam, aged 5, on her first trip out of China. When she was three months old, Chinese bandits broadsworded off the heads of her missionary parents, would have done the same to Helen had a Chinese Christian not offered (acceptably) his life for hers.

Although the Duke of Windsor, 45, looks more and more like the late John D. Rockefeller, 98, and his lean Duchess, 43, looks more and more like herself, they have recently been annoyed by long-distance peeckers who watch them at play in their seaside bathing pool near Cannes. Hearing that a tourist agency advertises a special $1.50 boat excursion "to see the Windsors bathe," having appealed in vain to the French Prefect (who said with a desolated shrug, "The Mediterranean belongs to everyone"), the Duke had tall canvas screens put up around the pool.

To illustrate news stories about the adjournment of Congress, Washington cameramen went to call on the Vice-President's secretary-wife, Marietta Rheiner ("Ettie") Garner, 61, hoping to find her packing. Mrs. Garner had not yet begun to pack, but amiably dug up a few old grips, let herself be posed for pictures, then turned the tables.

Wrote Eleanor Roosevelt, 54, in her syndicated column, My Day: "I suppose I had better make a confession. I was stopped by a highway patrol officer yesterday. My boys* have always said that it would give them great satisfaction if I would be arrested and I think yesterday I came very near receiving more than the gentle reprimand which was given to me. I had been talking and apparently not watching my speedometer, so I was firmly convinced that I had never gone over 45, and the patrol officer quite as firmly told me I was going 60, and that 50 was 'tops' for a rainy day on those roads. ... I was sent on my way a much chastened and more careful individual by a very polite but firm gentleman."

Less humble was Tobacco Millionheir Angier Biddle Duke, 23, who, arrested last June for speeding near Huntington, L. I. (his fourth offense in two months), was last week fined $250, had his driving license taken away from him. Duke angered a Long Island justice of the peace by forgetting just how many times he had been arrested and how big were fines he had paid.

Melon-headed Son Bruno Mussolini, 21, whose sporting feats include bombing (Abyssinians and Spaniards), automobile racing and transatlantic hopping, won another prize. At Riccione, Italy, driving the favorite in a trotting race, he came in first, was awarded 4,000 lire.

New York's volcanic little Mayor Fiorello Henry LaGuardia is paternally proud of his neat fleet of silver streamlined, street-cleaning trucks, which bear the adjuration: Our City--Yours and Mine--Keep It Clean. At a public hearing on garbage disposal, presided over by the mayor, civic-minded Citizen William Twigg, put in his taxpayer's-worth, was interrupted by another speaker. The mayor pounded for order, roared: "Whose garbage is this, anyway?" Piped up Citizen Twigg: "Yours and mine." "This is going to be an orderly meeting," shouted the offended mayor, had spluttering Citizen Twigg ejected.

*Among whom are several sail-carrying drivers.

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