The closer his shaves with North Vietnamese MIGs and flak, the longer grew Colonel Robin Olds's mustache --an exuberant pair of chestnut handlebars that sprouted ever more proudly through 152 missions and four confirmed Communist kills. Now Olds, 45, has been reassigned Stateside as commandant of cadets at the Air Force Academy, a bastion of U.S. military tradition that forbids "wives, horses or mustaches" to cadets. Olds sought a face-saving clemency from the Commander-in-Chief, appealing that general Air Force rules permit mustaches that are "closely and neatly trimmed." But L.B.J. refused to be drawn into the thicket of regulations, and so Olds's soup strainer will come off.

So the Beatles are rich, but it's still pretty cool to turn down $1,000,000 for a single day's work. That's just what the lads did though, spurning an offer from Promoter Sidney Bernstein, entrepreneur of their 1964 and 1965 trips to the U.S., of $1,000,000 for two same-day performances at New York City's Shea Stadium. It's not that the money doesn't seem evergreen, explained Beatles Flack Tony Barrow, but that the electronics problem makes the boys so blue. "Until they have devised some way of presenting the 1967 sound onstage," Barrow said, "they will not make appearances. Mr. Bernstein might not mind if they sang some of their old songs--but the Beatles would mind."

With special permission from the headmistress, Mummy plucked her out of her ninth-grade class at the Chapin

School in Manhattan and drove her to Maximilian's fur salon. And then, next thing she knew, there she was on the runway--two endless legs stretching up toward an encompassing smile, as Margie Lindsay, 14, daughter of New York's photogenic mayor, made her modeling debut at a press preview of Maximilian's new collection. Margie modeled coats of calf, lamb and otter ("Mink is for 20-year-olds," said the furrier) to fond applause before being hustled back to school. "She wanted to do it," said her mother. "I told her she'd have to ask her father. He's such a stage buff; of course he said yes."

"She thinks it's the only way to fly," observed Richard Burton, 41, explaining why he had bought a "Hawker Siddeley de Havilland Twin Jet 125, one million dollars, seats ten, two beds, toilette, kitchen, bar, 600 miles per hour." Name Elizabeth. The munificent gift to Mrs. B. was a token of "the huge success of The Taming of the Shrew, of which we have a very large percentage," said Burton. And no worry about the family coffers being depleted. The Burtons are tucking another $2,000,000 under the mattress in Sardinia, where they are making Goforth, the hopeful new tide of Tennessee Williams' two-time Broadway flop, The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore.

For the second time in two years, Solitary Sailor William Willis, 74, was plucked out of the mid-Atlantic by a rescue vessel during an attempt to sail his open, 11 i-ft. Little One from the U.S. to England. Willis, who has twice made the 7,400-mile journey from Peru to Samoa by raft, was picked up by a Polish fishing boat 1,000 miles from England, 90 days after leaving Montauk Point. The grizzled sailor was in what he described as a yoga-inspired "catalep tic trance" when the fishing boat found him drifting in heavy seas, his food supplies rotted by salt water and an old red sweater flying from the mast as a distress signal.

Moved by a spiritual restlessness so intimate that she has confided it only to her pressagent, Mia Farrow, 22, will make a pilgrimage in January to Shan-karacharya, in Kashmir, to sip wisdom at the fount of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, show biz's leading swami, whose doctrine of "pure thought" has already captivated the Beatles and the Rolling Stones. Though Hubby Frank will finesse the trip, Mia will be accompanied by her sister Prudence, 19, who plans to establish an academy of transcendental meditation in Boston when the girls get back. Mia's announcement had one immediate effect: Shirley Mac-Laine, 33, was driven to reveal that she, too, will seek her soul's betterment in Kashmir just as soon as her movie schedule permits.

He had been "kinda jumpy" earlier that morning, according to his son, but his voice betrayed no nervousness as he took the oath, with his wife, two sons and President Johnson among the witnesses. "I, Thurgood Marshall, do solemnly swear that I will administer justice without respect to persons, and do equal right to the poor and to the rich, and that I will faithfully and impartially discharge and perform all the duties incumbent on me as Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States according to the best of my abilities and understanding, agreeable to the Constitution and laws of the United States. So help me God." With that, Mr. Justice Marshall, 59, son of a sleeping-car porter and great-grandson of a slave, became the 96th man to sit on the Supreme Court--and the first Negro.

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