All over France, women are making advances, and the traditional French sugar daddy is in decline. Ladies of means in their 30s and 40s are turning into sugar mommies, raising cane by taking young boy friends. Latest to join in is Actress Jeanne Moreau, 38, who disappeared lately in the south of France with a 23-year-old lad named Theodore Roubanis, only to turn up in Paris last week with a more mature companion, Photographer Cyril Morange, 25. They are now blissfully ensconced in Jeanne's country house, and throughout France the middle-aged men are singing a variation on the old Piaf standard: Oui, je regrette quelquechose.

Henry Ford II gloomily surveyed the state of the nation, 1966 model, and concluded that in many ways it's an awful lemon. "I am troubled by the growth of violence," he told the National Association of Purchasing Agents in Detroit, "by the riots, vandalism, irresponsible demonstrations, the tendency toward rebellion for its own sake." The way to overhaul it all, said Ford, is "to join the war on poverty. The free-enterprise system will not gain the acceptance it needs until all men share in the abundance that system provides." One night after Henry spoke, he shared some of his own abundance with an unworthy citizen--the thief who foot-padded into his Manhattan apartment and disappeared with $50,000 worth of his wife Christina's jewels.

"Your visit is unique," said Israel's Premier Levi Eshkol in the understatement of this or many another year. West Germany's former Chancellor Konrad Adenauer, 90, stood in Jerusalem with his old friend ex-Premier David Ben-Gurion, 79, and declared: "Your hearty welcome has assured me that my visit here will be unforgettable." There were moments during the eight-day trip that he might just as soon forget, such as an ugly fracas at Jerusalem's Hebrew University, where police tangled with anti-German demonstrators. Otherwise, the Israelis were warm to der Alte, a staunch anti-Nazi in wartime and a champion of Israel since then. "If good will is not recognized," he gravely told guests at Eshkol's home, "then no good can be created."

The artist's model is surviving the art. At 53 years of age, the U.S. Indianhead nickel is now vanishing like a lost tribe. But at 103, Seneca Chief John Big Tree, one of the three men who posed for the 5-c- bas-relief by Sculptor James Earle Fraser, has suffered little depreciation. Chief Big Tree has so much mettle, in fact, that he traveled down from his home near Syracuse, N.Y., to help the Chase Manhattan Bank observe the 100th anniversary of the first U.S. nickel. The celebration featured a nickelodeon, a cigar-store Indian and a carrousel buffalo. Alas, the original beast on the nickel's flip side was turned into a robe in 1915.

In order to qualify for that exclusive sodality known as the Seraphic Secretaries of America, a girl must type without errors, speak without snarling, and happen to work for a man who is at the top of his business field. Once admitted, the lucky girl then has the privilege of taking the boss to dinner at the seraphim's annual executive blast, which this year brought 165 girls and guests together at Manhattan's Hotel Pierre. "A splendid affair," cheered RCA Board Chairman David Sarnoff, who arrived with his wife on one arm and his secretary of 20 years, Ella Helbig, on the other. It was a lovely party, all right, despite one disappointment. None of the girls popped out of a cake.

When French Composer Maurice Ravel died in 1937, he left 80% of his rich royalties to his brother Edouard, who years later in turn bequeathed the earnings to his devoted masseuse, Jeanne Taverne. Edouard died in 1960, Jeanne died in 1964, and so Jeanne's hairdresser husband Alexandre was suddenly dancing La Valse to the tune of about $200,000 a year in income from the works of a man he had never met.

Two distant cousins of the composer protested in the French courts, but at last the Tribunal de Grande Instance ruled in Alexandre's favor. "I've always had a lot of luck," beamed the hairdresser. But the French inheritance tax stands to take 80% of the loot.

Quarter of a century ago, he was the star halfback of the U.C.L.A. Bruins. Later, of course, Jackie Robinson earned his living by running around on a different sort of playing field. Now Jackie's back in football again, although he has to start in the minors. He signed on as general manager of a new Continental Football League team called, appropriately, the Brooklyn Dodgers. "We are going to play some interesting football," Jackie predicted. But so far, he and the club's backers have no coach, no players and no stadium.

Mad Hatter Actress Hermione Gingold welcomed spring with a song on the pastoral life. "It's wonderful having a garden in New York," she trilled amid the blossoming flora of her penthouse terrace 17 stories above Manhattan. "The only thing that bothers me are those helicopters, flying over when we're sunbathing in the nude. We think we're a tourist attraction." As for the gardening, there was a bit of a problem after caterpillars attacked the tomatoes last summer. "So we just dropped them over the roof," she winced. "People must have been surprised at the bottom. Although maybe they turned into butterflies on the way down."

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