Her new husband may be in that line of work, but the lady will have none of it. "In Detroit," said Mrs. Henry Ford II, 37, to the New York Herald Tribune's Eugenia Sheppard, "I am known as the bicycle girl. I can't drive a car." Not one of those things her husband makes, anyway. "I used to drive in Italy with a small, little car," explained the former Maria Cristina Vettore Austin, "but over here I don't even try. American cars look too big on me." Nowadays Cristina just leaps onto Stepson Edsel's bike and tools around Grosse Pointe. Sometimes, when he's home from work, Henry pedals along behind.

Hi Lili! How low! "She is no sex bomb!" was Sovietskaya Kultura's left-handed welcome to coltish Leslie Caron, 34, as she flew into Moscow for the Russian premiere of her 1963 picture The L-Shaped Room--in which she lives with a penniless writer in a proletarian cubbyhole. If she were sexier, argued the newspaper's columnist, with something less than perfect logic, "she would have been forgotten long ago." Still, remembering her performances in An American in Paris and Lili, Moscow's Louella sighed approvingly: "She is a fine actress, always believable, and an excellent ballerina."

Suddenly the signature of Old Astronaut John Glenn, 44, was showing up everywhere in Hamburg, Germany--on eggs, on a banana, on two Fraeuleins' foreheads. In town with his wife Annie on a West German good-will tour, Glenn discovered that the daily Bild-Zeitung was juicing up the visit with a contest. WHO WILL GET THE MOST UNUSUAL GLENN AUTOGRAPH? the newspaper bannered, and all day John signed.

As the Glenns flew wearily off to London, the contest editors announced that the winner was a house painter who got Glenn to sign a prepaid telegram and sent it on to the Bild-Zeitung. His prize: three glorious, fun-filled days visiting a German rocket institute.

Tears welled up in the eyes of Australia's Prime Minister Sir Robert Menzies, 71. Said he: "I will do my best to uphold the finest traditions of this post." Named by Queen Elizabeth II to succeed the late Sir Winston Churchill as Lord Warden of the Cinque Ports, the ancient association of maritime towns on the southeast coast of England, Sir Robert may now receive 19-gun salutes at sea, as well as claim any wrecks and "fishes royal"--whales and the like--found around his new bailiwick. He may also sport the gold-encrusted admiral's uniform that goes with the job, but that was one part he didn't care for much. "Sir Winston always enjoyed dressing up," smiled Sir Robert. "I hate it."

Ill lay: Russia's world record-holding high juniper Valeri Brumel, 23, in a Moscow hospital with a double fracture of the right knee suffered when his motorcycle skidded on a Moscow street; Comic Art Carney, 47, resting in a Hartford (Conn.) sanitarium after what his manager called "nervous tension, depression and a lot of things I won't go into" forced him to abandon his role in Broadway's The Odd Couple; TV Actress (Peyton Place) Dorothy Malone, 35, mending in Hollywood's Cedars of Lebanon Hospital after a dangerous seven-hour operation to remove massive blood clots from her lungs.

"Bonjour, Michel Jazy!" boomed the voice from a considerable height. Looking up, and up, France's world mile record holder beheld none other than old Track Fan Charles de Gaulle, 74. "You ran a beautiful 5,000-meter race Saturday against the Russians," said the President, in a rare mood as he visited the National Sports Institute in Paris' Bois de Vincennes. "Of course, your 10,000-meter was not so good, but then you had that Russian Ivanov against you--et il est formidable." Strolling on, De Gaulle found himself unexpectedly staring up at France's national basketball team. "You and I certainly look at problems in the same manner," quipped the 6-ft. 4-in. general.

What, already? Suddenly here was growing Child Actress Patty Duke, 18, breathlessly reporting that she is going to marry New York Television Director Harry Falk, 32. Which made everyone feel a little middle-aged and sigh about all the years since Patty was a sensitive little girl playing Helen Keller at age seven in Broadway's The Miracle Worker. Actually, it's only been six years, but the girl now has a large movie contract and a television show of her own. Patty just kept telling everybody about "the crush I had on him two years ago. But it was just kid stuff then."

Though her singing voice is fine, shy Carol Cole, 20, daughter of the late Nat King Cole, decided she would rather act, began her movie career as a waitress named Pussycat who douses Dean Martin with a drink in something called The Silencers. With that little ceremony finished, Carol smiled as gracefully as the King used to and went off to be crowned Princess October of Hollywood--a distinction cooked up by the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce to honor a girl every month for "character and personality."

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