This ... is London, CBS Radio Correspondent Edward R. Murrow began in 1939. "Often the British are insular, but their determination must be recorded," he said, and so he did all through the war, never more memorably than by placing his microphone near the sidewalk to catch the unhurried footsteps of Londoners walking calmly to the air-raid shelters. Last week Lon don was calling again, this time to tell Murrow, 56, that Britons will know him as Sir Edward from now on. Queen Elizabeth made him an honorary knight commander of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire, in recognition of his furtherance of Anglo-American understanding. Ed himself was in New York Hospital for another checkup following removal of a cancerous left lung 14 months ago.

At her progressive boarding school in New York's Adirondack Mountains, the eighth-grader known as "Yassy" rambles on horseback in the fall, skis in the winter, and in spring helps make maple syrup with the other children. It sounds remote from Hollywood and the Riviera, but it isn't, really, because "Yassy" is Princess Yasmin, 15, daughter of the late Aly Khan and Cinemactress Rita Hayworth, 46, whom she flew down to visit in Manhattan last week. Rita had just finished making The Money Trap for MGM, and seemed almost relieved to report that Yasmin hasn't yet shown any interest in acting. "She came to visit me in Madrid last winter when I was making Circus World, and when she saw me getting up at 4:30 a.m. to go out on the set, she was just appalled!"

There they were, jammed together in the Shell Room of Miami Beach's Doral Beach Hotel, along with 600 music lovers and curiosity seekers of unrestricted tastes. First, Guy Lombardo, 62, borrowed four musicians from Count Basie, 60, for several numbers that sounded Royally Canadian. The Count countered by swiping eight guys from Guy, for a medley indistinguishable from basic Basie. But it took that great ham operator, Jackie Gleason, 49, to get the bands jamming together, when, with short waves of his smoldering cigarette, he led the 32-man combined ensemble through Rampart Street and Johnson Rag.

The plot and the stars alone would have drawn a crowd on Broadway. The lawyers were Louis Nizer and Roy Cohn. The defendant was Millionaire Songwriter Alan Jay Lerner, 46, who was being sued by his wife Micheline, 37, in New York Supreme Court, for a separation settlement and custody of their son Michel, 6. But the lyrics were what really juiced up the show. Micheline testified that Lerner threatened to kill her, played around with other women and roused her at 5 a.m. by going out to get "shots"--"vitamins," he explained, merely vitamins, to help him write faster. Micheline said that the shots cut his vision 30% and rendered him unable "to satisfy me. He told me that when he was very much in love with a woman, his problem occurred." According to her diary, she had some problems herself. She had written about "defrosting" a young actor, and complained about how her husband's "horrible fingernails tried to caress my leg." What the lady would now consider fair is $5,000 a week.

His Master's Voice predicted yet another victory. "The time will come," said RCA Chairman David Sarnoff, 74, in a Washington speech, "when an individual carrying a vest-pocket transmitter-receiver will connect by radio to a nearby switchboard linked to communications satellites and be able to see and speak with any similarly equipped individual anywhere in the world."

Gstaad is where Charlotte and Anne Ford go to gsport themselves with the young film crowd: George Hamilton, Natalie Wood and David Niven Jr. But since Dad was honeymooning at nearby St. Moritz, the girls dropped over to visit with him and their new stepmother, Christina Ford, 38. The crowd is a little more ritzy, running to mature marchesi (Pucci), maestros (Von Karajan), and marchionesses (Blandford, the former Tina Onassis); but still the American element does creep in sometimes. "Hi there!" one hearty Midwestern voice boomed at a startled Henry in the lobby of the Palace Hotel. "I'm your dealer in Dayton!"

A number in the audience of 5,000 recognized the grandmotherly lady taking in Prince Igor at Moscow's Palace of Congresses, though she was not with her husband. Still, it was ticklish to know just what to say, until someone inquired how things were going. "We are living a normal, healthy life like other people," replied Nina Khrushchev, and left in a chauffeur-driven limousine, presumably for her country home, after the opera's second act.

He refused to testify at his first trial in 1962, when they were trying him for empire building with imaginary fertilizer tanks and a federal jury gave him 15 years for mail fraud. He wouldn't talk at his second, either, and a state court slapped on eight years for related crimes. Back in court last week in Dallas, this time on charges of faking statements to the Commodity Credit Corp., Texas Wheeler-Spieler Billie Sol Estes, 40, finally took the stand. "I defrauded no one--they all knew about my deals," he declared, and for two hours, while his lawyer fed him questions, he gave such a convincing self-defense that the jury acquitted him. That kind of persuasiveness ought to make him a trusty in no time at Leavenworth, which, since the U.S. Supreme Court has refused to review his federal conviction was his next stop.

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