Beginning her movie career with 1962's A Taste of Honey, elfin English Actress Rita Tushingham, 23, played an illegitimate teen-age girl left pregnant by a passing Negro sailor and befriended by a young homosexual. Well, that sort of squalor was one thing, but when Britain's Associated Television offered her the part of an Irish country girl who turns to drink, Tush demurely demurred. "I simply don't know how to act as if I am drunk," she explained teetotally. "I have never been drunk in my life and don't expect I ever will be."

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Roaring into Monticello, N.Y., in his custom-made lavender Bentley for a benefit basketball game, Wilt ("the Stilt") Chamberlain, 29, announced that he had brooded it over and would not, after all, accept $250,000 from boxing promoters to become the world's highest pug (7 ft. 1% in.). Instead, he will accept a $55,000 annual raise, to $125,000, to remain the world's highest-salaried basketball player. After he signed his new three-year contract with the Philadelphia 76ers, Wilt thought of a good friend and bitter rival, the 6-ft. 10-in. pillar of the Boston Celtics. Chuckled the Stilt: "I hope it upsets Bill Russell enough so maybe he'll quit."

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Midnight in Jerusalem. Playwright James Baldwin, Negro Actress (Raisin in the Sun) Claudia McNeil, and the rest of the cast of Baldwin's touring Amen Corner arrived at Israel's new National Museum for a special post-performance visit. The others dutifully viewed the artifacts and prepared to leave, but Claudia had discovered the antique jewelry and stood mooning over the ancient necklaces, rings and Yemenite bridal costumes. "Leave me alone," she murmured as they tried to pry her away. "I'm staying here all night." Museum Director Teddy Kollek finally brought her out of the trance when he slipped on her finger a silver ring mounted with a 2,000-year-old iridescent glass piece from the Roman ruins of Caesarea -a gift from Kollek's private collection. An expert later warned her not to wear the priceless ring in the sunlight, which might dull its iridescence, but Kollek smiled: "You go ahead and wear it. It will keep for another 2,000 years."

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In innocence, Moscow's Bolshoi Ballet accepted an invitation to add, at the end of its current English tour, a benefit performance for the Peace Foundation of cantankerous Pacifist Bertrand Russell, 93, campaigning for nuclear disarmament and U.S. withdrawal from Viet Nam. In glee, the foundation announced its catch. In wrath, the Foreign Office insisted that the benefit was off because "in pursuit of better Anglo-Soviet cultural relations the government cannot allow Soviet artists to be involved in internal politics in this country." In embarrassment, the Bolshoi protested that that was the last thing it wanted. And in righteous indignation, the Peace Foundation made clear that it had got what it really wanted: attention.

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"You have insulted my wife!" cried burly Roman Architect Franco Pesci, 32, pasting young Gian Luigi Focati in the snoot. The 19-year-old student promptly smashed him right back, and from then on it was a fine midnight brawl in the normally peaceful swankery of Sardinia's Porto Cervo. Tables toppled, glasses flew, and everyone in the bar angrily took sides in the argument over whether or not the student had insulted Franco's wife by asking her, somewhat drunkenly, to dance. Through it all, the lady sipped champagne and watched icily, until at last the bartender cooled everybody by firing a couple of shots into the ceiling. "You should have ignored the whole thing," simmered Actress Virna Lisi, 27, as she led her bloodied husband back to their yacht in the harbor.

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Dallas County Justice of the Peace Bill Richburg chomped on a cigar and asked: "Are you big enough to let the past alone?" Marina Oswald Porter, 24, smiled faintly: "Yes." It had been a strange 24 hours, in which Marina had her husband of eleven weeks, Electronics Technician Kenneth Porter, locked up in the same Dallas County jail where Jack Ruby awaits an appeal of his death sentence for the murder of her first husband, Lee Harvey Oswald. Marina accused Porter of slapping her, threatening to kill himself and menacing her with a .38-cal. revolver. When police would not immediately arrest him in their Dallas home, she cried: "What are police for, if they're going to let people go around shooting other people?" Porter claimed he slapped Marina only to calm her during a fit of hysterics, that he took the pistol out of a drawer to keep her from "harming herself" with it. Making peace finally, they agreed to Richburg's terms: find a marriage counselor, go to church and get the gun out of the house.

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The London Sunday Times photographer walked over to the new 21-story Westminster City Hall near Buckingham Palace and asked permission to take some shots of London from the roof. "Oh, no, sir," replied the receptionist, photographers might take peeping-Tom shots of the Royal Family. Whereupon the Queen's brother-in-law, Antony Armstrong-Jones, the Earl of Snowdon, 35, sighed and left, packed up for a vacation with Princess Margaret on Sardinia as guests of Karim Aga Khan. No sooner had they arrived than a horde of paparazzi turned up for some peeps of their own. Karim gave the couple a squad of bodyguards and a set of walkie-talkies to keep in touch with them, but it didn't work. Tony's colleagues got all the shots they needed. Noblesse oblige.

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