"I suffer from a prolonged mechanical adolescence," says Peter Sellers, 38, who loves nothing better than a spin in his 83rd car, a $19,600 Ferrari, which makes a nice change of pace from his 82nd, a $14,000 Lincoln Continental. But 100 m.p.h. can be hard on the heart, and an April cardiac seizure made Peter feel like a very old man, so the wheel has come full cycle, and it's back to puberty down an English country lane for the convalescent comedian and his bride Britt Eklund.

Mary Ann, 10 mos., Mary Magdalene, 10 mos., Mary Catherine, 10 mos., Mary Margaret, 10 mos., James Andrew Fischer, 10 mos., and their five older siblings take the giant economy-size carton. What's more, says Mother Mary Ann, they have a new brother and/or sister due in September. One company that that's strictly milk and honey to is Borden's, which has just lined up the quints and their family to boost everything it sells from gum to beans, but mainly guess what. Elsie, move over.

The memories were still strong, and gawking sightseers made N Street all but impassable, so Jacqueline Kennedy, 34, decided that next fall she, Caroline and John Jr. will move to impersonal Manhattan and put their twelve-room Georgetown house up for sale.

It was too early for Bastille Day, too late for the Fourth of July, but Frank Sinatra, 46, is so big for independence that he started his own revolution in Paris. During a wild night on the barricades, tossing firecrackers and four-letter sizzlers, Frank and his Hollywood citizens led French photographers to hot spots from the Left Bank to the Champs Elysees. As a cherry bomb burst in the air outside one boite, a French news-poule asked, "Is that a game for middleaged men?", to which Frankie glared redly, "Say that again and I'll smash your face in." She didn't, but the pack routed the rabble anyway with drawn knives, a gin bottle and a couple of clubs, leaving some Frenchmen thinking wistfully: Quel dommage the Bastille was ever torn down.

In Washington, D.C., the estate of Builder Morris Cafritz, who died last month at 77, was tidily appraised at $24 million, of which the feds will get $3,000,000, his widow, sometime Party Giver Gwen, $6,000,000, his three sons and charity the rest.

Bounding triumphantly from the grueling examinations that won him his lyceee's coveted bachot, Charles de Gaulle, 15, man general's oldest and favorite grandchild, reported that as his examination code name he had used "L'eetat, c'est moi." Despite dark suspicions that "certain professors are intimidated by my name," he nevertheless flunked Latin, pulled through on the strength of his French and history, which surprised few of his fellow students, among whom he is already famous for his imitations of Grandpa. "I am a Gaullist," he explains, grandly. "But if I were in Grandfather's place, I would be much more intransigent."

Oregon's Senator Maurine Neuberger, 57, who succeeded her husband Richard after his death in 1960, will be married "some time this year" to Dr. Philip Solomon, 50, a divorced Boston psychiatrist.

As it must to practically anyone who parks in Rio de Janeiro nowadays, pffft came to Lincoln Gordon, 50, U.S. Ambassador to Brazil. The official Cadillac (license: CD3) was parked in a forbidden zone across from the embassy, whereupon a Rio cop breezily whiffled the air from its front tires, preparatory to having it hauled away as part of the city's enthusiastic traffic improvement campaign. A hard-pumping attachee soon got things rolling again, however, and there was one consolation. Gordon got dozens of sympathetic phone calls from fellow flatties. Said he: "This is the first time in three years I've had such unanimous support."

Well, the candidate was a Dodger, a well-known Dodger, and he was dodging the accusations made by Vermont Bricklayer Rene Morin, 51, that he, Leo Durocher, 57, had stolen the heart of Morin's wife Anna, 51. The original Lip was curled up on the witness stand in Middlebury, Vt., during Morin's $150,000 alienation-of-affections suit. "I respect and admire Mrs. Morin," grated Leo, giving the ump his side of the story. But the girl "I am very, very much in love with" is Morin's daughter

Carolyn, 26, a leggy actress-model and the coach's onetime secretary, whom he has dated since his marriage to Actress Laraine Day was rained out in 1960. He gave mother and daughter gifts, he agreed, but to persuade Carolyn to become Mrs. D. Said she: "If the offer is still open, I might reconsider."

Foreign devils do it. Even Moscow revisionists do it. But for Mao Tse-tung, 70, leader of the glorious Chinese People's Republic, to indulge in such barbarian ostentation as a limousine was hardly thinkable. Nonetheless, Mao has apparently decided to make the great leap forward in style. Peking has placed an order with Britain's decadent Rolls-Royce Ltd., for a $12,726 Silver Cloud Mark III and a $20,454 Phantom V. They should do a lot for his image at the Gate of Heavenly Peace, since with a little friendly assistance even the clock in a Rolls can be persuaded not to tick.

Kelly's Law states that if you bring your umbrella to work, it won't rain. It also decrees that if a Democratic Sen ator breaks his back in western Massachusetts, he will wind up with a Republican town committeewoman for a day nurse. To be sure, it made for some stimulating discussion at Northampton's Cooley Dickinson Hospital, but Teddy Kennedy, 32, failed to shake Mrs. Esther Madden on either the merits of Barry Goldwater or the demerits of the civil rights law before he was strapped onto a stretcher and driven 100 miles to Boston's New England Baptist Hospital, to be close to his family for the six to ten months he may have to stay. "He's a wonderful man and a wonderful patient," said Nurse Madden. But would she vote for him? "I wouldn't comment on that."

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