In Rome Pope John XXIII was on his way "to a complete recovery," and appeared at St. Peter's to close the first session of the Second Vatican Council. Meanwhile in Boston, Richard Cardinal Gushing, 67, allowed as how he, too, suffers from a stomach ailment--bleeding ulcers--and recalled discussing it two months ago with the Pontiff. Warmly sympathetic, the Pope recommended a little bicarbonate of soda before going to bed. "Your Holiness," replied Gushing, "thank God you're not infallible when prescribing medicine. That's the worst thing you can take for ulcers."*

"Trespassing," said the defendants. "Inadvertent," corrected the jury. Four years ago, Virginia Warren Daly, 34, daughter of Supreme Court Justice Earl Warren and wife of What's My Linesman John Charles Daly, was walking through an alley at the finish of a night baseball game in Washington, D.C., fell into a stairwell adjoining a gas station and broke her right leg in three places. Demanding $50,000 from the gas station and an oil company, she won $17,000 damages for her injuries.

The trip from the 50-yd. line to the bench was a proud one for Byron R. ("Whizzer") White, 45. An All-America halfback at Colorado ('37). White won a Rhodes scholarship, played pro football for Pittsburgh and Detroit, finished at the top of his class at Yale Law School, finally made the biggest time of all when President Kennedy sent him in as Associate Supreme Court Justice in 1962. In recognition of White's unsurpassed career as athlete and jurist, the National Football Foundation and Hall of Fame gave him its fifth annual Gold Medal Award. Another honor: a SPORTS ILLUSTRATED 1962 Silver All-America Award, calling him "the greatest athlete of his time."

Her queen's coronet padded with Band-Aids to make it bearably wearable, Argentina's Norma Beatriz Nolan, 24, Miss

Universe of 1962, was on her way around the world, earning her $15,000 cash prize and $7,000 mink coat by promoting the sponsors' products. The itinerary calls for stops from Portugal to Korea. But right now it was a Detroit shopping center where she turned her perfect profile to photographers, fixed her pretty smile firmly in place, and cranked out her autograph for coveys of bedazzled teenagers.

Looking greyer and more gravelly than ever, Frank Costello, 71, learned that the U.S. has every intention of giving him the boot--right back to his native Cosenza on Italy's instep. The gangland chieftain was stripped of his citizenship in 1959 after a U.S. district judge ruled that the onetime rumrunner and kewpie-doll salesman had been naturalized fraudulently in 1925. Now the U.S. Court of Appeals in Manhattan has turned down his attempt to upset a deportation order. Rasped Costello: "Italy is O.K. to visit but not to live in too long."

"I've had arthritis in my right arm and leg since I was 80," chuckled Lord Beveridge, 83. "I see doctors everywhere, and don't pay a farthing." Economist Beveridge, who was celebrating the 20th anniversary of his famous report that helped spawn Britain's National Health Service, still cracks the dawn daily at 5:30 a.m., is now at work on a three-volume history of prices and wages in England, plans to go on writing and getting farthing-free medicare "long after 93."

Celebrating his 106th birthday in Manhattan, the Rev. Dr. Arthur J. Brown, grand old man of Presbyterian missions, founder of the Protestant ecumenical movement, greeted his admirers with a twinkle and recalled a previous birthday at a school in West Brookfield, Mass. "One hundred years ago today," he said, "I faced an audience for the first time. Then, as now, I said,

You'd hardly think that one my age,

Would speak in public on the stage."

His highest salary in twelve terms was only $9,300. But Bridgeport, Conn.'s late Mayor Jasper McLevy, 84, a Socialist with a banker's respect for a dollar, proved as frugal with his own funds as he had been with those of his city. He left an estate of $125,000, most of which goes to his wife and family, with one $600 bequest set aside to establish an appropriate annual essay prize for high school seniors. Subject: "How to Set Up an Annual Budget for the City of Bridgeport."

Bundled to the dewlaps in white lynx and looking like the $1,000,000 she gets these days for a movie, Elizabeth Taylor, 30, arrived in London with Companion Richard Burton to brave the same sort of puree mongole smog that nearly did her in last year. While a phalanx of huskies kept photographers at bay, the Serpent of the Nile and Thames skittered into a blue

Jaguar, tooled off to the Dorchester Hotel, where she and Burton have booked separate suites. Next week they begin a new film, The VIPs, in which they play a fogbound man and wife.

Last year the relief rollers of Newburgh, N.Y., were briefly put on a bread-and-water basis by City Manager Joseph McDowell Mitchell, 40, who decreed a belt tightening on the use of welfare funds. Now it was Mitchell who might be getting a taste of tin-plate victuals. Mitchell was arrested and charged with agreeing to a $20,000 bribe from two real estate men who wanted a variance in a zoning rule in order to build a multiple-dwelling housing development. The brothers told the cops, turned the 20 grand over to Mitchell's bagman in a Manhattan hotel room while detectives waited outside to nab him.

In Hong Kong, where his official regimental duty is second-in-command of Squadron C of the Royal Scots Greys, the Duke of Kent, a captain at 27, picked up another job: Officer in Charge of Go-Karts. But the duke, a cousin of the

Queen with a reputation for zoom in sports cars back home, was having his woes with the lawnmower-engined buzz bombs. In a regimental race, his kart had no go, and though he leaned professionally into the turns, he wound up, according to one polite observer, "among the last."

A young lady's debut is merely the beginning, and nobody knows it better than Manhattan's Multi-Cotillionairess Marguerite Slocum, 18. Since her official launching on the bubbly high seas of society last August at a Newport ball for 700, Marguerite has been presented at the Tuxedo Autumn Ball, the Grosvenor, the First Junior Assembly, is yet to be introduced at the Debutante Cotillion and Christmas Ball, the Second Junior Assembly and the International Ball. Fed to the decolletage with the standard dress for such affairs, Maverick Marguerite set Manhattan lorgnettes snapping when she appeared at the Imperial Ball, not in debutante white but in Jezebel red.

At a Manhattan luncheon, West Point Cadet Colin Kelly III, 22, son of World War II's Distinguished Service Cross-winning air hero, heard Dwight Eisenhower recount how Franklin D. Roosevelt requested that some future President appoint the hero's son, then an infant of 18 months, to West Point as a tribute to his father's bravery. Yet when he offered the young man a presidential appointment, continued Ike, young Kelly politely declined the favor: "Thank you very much --I'll earn it myself." "Which he did," said Ike. After lunch, the old soldier joined Kelly and his West Point glee clubmates in On, Brave Old Army Team, sang so well that one cadet marveled, "He was right on pitch," causing the New York Daily News to headline, OK, MITCH, MOVE OVER!

* Doctors generally agree. Though bicarb is an antacid, daily doses upset the stomach's delicate acid-base balance, irritating the ulcer even more.

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