Dazzling Athina Livanos, 31, daughter of one of the world's richest maritime magnates (Stavros Livanos) and ex-wife of a well-keeled competitor (Aristotle Onassis), prepared to sail under a new flag: the banner of Britain's hallowed House of Marlborough. After divorcing Onassis and taking custody of their two children last year, Tina was badly injured in a skiing accident at St. Moritz and convalesced in Oxfordshire, where she enjoyed the solicitous attentions of the Marquess of Blandford, 35, coltish, polo-playing heir to the 10th Duke of Marlborough and cousin to Sir Winston Churchill. Last week, claiming what apparently is an ex-husband's privilege in the Riviera set, Onassis leaked the news that Tina and "Sonny" Blandford, himself a veteran of a previous marriage, would be wed in Paris within a few days.

As he crawled his way through his eleventh month, the White House released some vital statistics on its least conspicuous inhabitant, John F. Kennedy Jr. Weighing in at a "very healthy" 23 Ibs.. John Jr. was already standing up, statesmanlike, in his crib, and had cut seven teeth (four uppers). His disposition, beamed Mother's press aide, Pamela Turnure, was "wonderful"--though a bit too vegetablelike to suit the tempestuous tastes of Sister Caroline.

At London's Royal Ballet School, pursuing her dream of becoming a ballerina, was Geraldine Chaplin, 17, eldest daughter of Comedian Charlie and his fourth wife, Oona O'Neill. A month and a half of the Royal Ballet's rigorous training had presumably not yet readied the Chaplin family's latest gift to the stage for Covent Garden. But with her combination of her father's elan and her mother's exotic beauty, Geraldine was decidedly ready for Degas.

"Believe me," said Dwight Eisenhower just before he left the White House, "I'm going to be heard from." Last week, true to his word, Ike hit the hustings for Republican Gubernatorial Candidate James Mitchell in New Jersey, unburdened himself on the problems of U.S. Government at a pair of flossy Manhattan functions. (One Eisenhower reflection: "The effect of pressure groups, the pressure groups of labor and the agricultural community . . . is the enemy of really intelligent attacks on our problems.") And when Republican National Chairman William Miller opined that Ike, not Nixon, was titular leader of the Republican Party, the old soldier plumped for Nixon, but added: "If somebody else thinks something else, I'm not going to fight it."

Thanks to a ruling by Supreme Court Justice William Douglas, Mobster Mickey Cohen, 50, serving a 15-year sentence for income tax evasion, became the first man in memory to leave Alcatraz on bail ($100,000). After seeking to wash away the taint of his 82-day imprisonment with five successive hot baths, the longtime West Coast gambling czar flew home to his Carousel ice cream parlor in suburban Los Angeles and, as a pair of conspicuously inconspicuous plainclothesmen crunched cones at the counter, proceeded to stake out the future. Top items on the agenda: a call on his aging mother, a thank-you note to Justice Douglas, and a reunion with his showgirl friend, Sandy Hagen, 22. Insisted Mickey, for all the world as though he had beaten the rap: "I'm going to marry her as soon as I get court permission."

While their lawyers squabbled over who should be supporting whom after their pending divorce. Songstress Rosemary Clooney (who said she earned only $55,000 last year while her husband was making four times as much) was granted $1,500-a-month interim alimony from Actor-Director Jose Ferrer and custody of their five children. Any chance of a reprieve for their eight-year, showcase marriage? "I hope so," said Ferrer. Corrected Rosie: "Not at this time."

In a nuptial marathon that blended Hamtramck zest with Grosse Pointe catering, Barbara Hoffa, 23, green-eyed daughter of Teamster Boss Jimmy, married Robert Crancer, 24, son of St. Louis' Valley Steel Products Co. President Lester A. Crancer. After a Methodist ceremony, Mother Josephine Poszywak Hoffa called the shots according to the traditions of her Polish ancestors. Beginning with a 2 p.m. wedding breakfast--filet mignon and champagne for 300 at Detroit's Latin Quarter--the festivities continued with a 6 p.m. reception at which 750 guests danced to the music of a polka band and gorged on such delicacies as kielbasa (sausage) and sweet-and-sour sauerkraut. Toward midnight, as per Polish custom. Barbara Hoffa finally removed her veil and departed on her honeymoon, leaving Jimmy with only the $27,000 tab.

"If President Eisenhower hadn't played golf," Boston Cardiologist Paul Dudley White once remarked of his most publicized patient, "he might have had his heart attack 20 years earlier." Last week, still practicing what he prescribes, the wiry Dr. White, 75, led 69 other Massachusetts bicycle buffs on a 16-mile spin through Amherst and South Hadley. Though his wife Ina, 59, fell out after eight miles with a defective bike, White himself finished his health-on-wheels grind still breathing easy, reassuringly told a world of guilt and angina: "There's no reason a man should not be active until he's 100. You don't need tranquilizers if you get enough exercise."

"I know people will think of it as a publicity gimmick," huffed Hollywood Producer Otto Preminger, "but it is nothing of the sort." With that, he announced the hiring of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King to play the hastily written-in part of a Negro Senator from Georgia in Advise and Consent. Dazzled at first by Preminger's pious pronouncements about "showing the world that something of this kind could happen in the United States," Integration Crusader King finally saw the cynical backlighting, hastily aborted his Hollywood career.

France's splintery, spunky Major General Jacques Massu, 53, whose sacking for insubordination sent Algeria's French settlers to the barricades for a bloody week in January 1960, finally won his way back to favor with his old Free French confrere Charles de Gaulle. After keeping Massu on inactive duty for 18 months, De Gaulle relented, gave him the plum post of the military governorship of Metz. As he took his first ceremonial salute last week, the hard-nosed "Father of the Paratroopers" symbolically wore a gold-leafed kepi instead of the fire-brand-red paratroop beret, assured newsmen: "I am a soldier and nothing but a soldier. I was forced to indulge in politics in Algeria because I was given political powers by the government. All that's over now."

From the late British Satirist Rose (The Towers of Trebizond) Macaulay's 1950-52 correspondence with a Boston priest, newly published in London this week as Letters to a Friend, came a neo-Victorian critique of fellow Novelist Graham Greene: "What a mess his mind must be--nothing in it. scarcely, but religion and sex, and these all mixed up together. Religious adultery; as someone said about it, he didn't mind either in a book alone, but didn't like the mixture ... I think he needs a fresh outlook altogether."

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