In a rare visit to the U.S., that pioneering lady of psychoanalysis, Anna Freud, 71, delivered some gloomy words on the state of the science at the New York Psychoanalytic Society's annual Freud lecture, named after her father who started it all 70 years ago. Psychoanalysis, observed Anna, seems to be in sharp decline among those it should be helping most, those in the younger generation most confused about self and life. Today's youth, she continued, "is not interested in man's struggle against himself, but in man's struggle against society. Adaptation to society is the last thing they have in mind."

The world's leading unperson celebrated his 74th unbirthday, as a hand ful of friends and relations gathered at the modest dacha outside Moscow to pay their respects to Nikita Sergeevich Khrushchev.

Fans cheered, ushers and grounds keepers waved hello, and rookies nudged one another. There, wearing the familiar No. 5 and a lopsided grin stood a nostalgic figure-- the matchless Yankee Clipper, Joe DiMaggio, 53, back on the field in Yankee Stadium after 17 years of retirement. Instead of sporting those familiar Yankee pin stripes, though, Joe trotted onto the diamond in the canary-and-green uniform he wears for his new job as vice president and batting coach of the rival Oakland Athletics. "It's not the same " said DiMag, taking a look around the recently renovated stadium. True enough, as the Jolter spent the rest of the afternoon back in the visiting dugout watching the A's hand a 6-3 drubbing to the team he once led to nine world championships.

With all the magnificent confusion about who's running for what in the political campaigns these days, the pundits have been wrong more often than right. So no one could blame Cosmopolitan magazine for seeking out a fresh face-- and a pretty one at that--to cover politics for its lady readers. Armed with a note pad and a camera Actress Candice Bergen, 22, is heading for the hustings on Bobby Kennedy's campaign trail in the first leg of her new assignment to report on the candidates in the Oregon primary. "I didn't even know what a primary was," admits Candy. Still, writing is what she likes to do most (she's published articles in Esquire and Vogue), and be sides, "I think it'll be fun."

Loosen your chin straps, men, the battle's over. It was awkward enough that the mutinous Leatherneck was a she and downright embarrassing when Marine Corporal Mary Elizabeth Burns, 21, denounced the Viet Nam war, refused to wear her uniform, and then wowed the photographers with all those lovely smiles. Call a summary court-martial. Bust her to private and dock her pay. But still Mary Elizabeth fought on. The Marine brass huddled in the Pentagon and at last came up with their version of the ultimate solution: give her a general (neither honorable nor dishonorable) discharge. That, of course, was exactly what Mary 'had wanted all along, and when she finally picked up her traveling orders, the sigh of relief could be heard from Tripoli to the Halls of Montezuma.

When it comes to outdoor sports, Actress Dolores Del Rio is strictly a spectator. "I can't even play tennis," she sighs. No matter. To publicize the forthcoming Mexico City Olympics, who better than the most glamorous 62-year-old who ever snake-danced around a sombrero? There she was in Manhattan, flashing that same old venga conmigo smile, and a pair of legs that would make any Hollywood starlet verde with envy.

Twenty-six of their 80 silver goblets are turned over now, one for each man who has died since April 18, 1942, when Jimmy Doolittle, now 71, led 16 B-25s off the deck of the carrier Hornet in the first U.S. air raid on the Japanese homeland. For his annual meeting with the surviving flyers, Jimmy traveled to Florida's Okaloosa-Walton Junior College, where he struck a somber chord by warning that "the ravages of prosperity" are weakening the U.S. "I am afraid most of us in America have had it too good for too long and have gotten soft," said he. "I do not think we, on the average, are as courageous, as ambitious, or as moral as our founding fathers." His antidote: "A few basic values--courage, integrity, intelligence, ambition, patriotism, humanity and spirituality."

Nobody can say for sure what subjective criteria the members of Hollywood's Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences employ in arriving at their Oscar choices. But there's another group that leaves no doubt about its yardstick --cool, crisp dollar bills. In other words, box office, baby. According to the Independent Film Journal's poll of the nation's theater owners, 1967's top drawing actor was Sidney Poitier (To Sir, With Love, In the Heat of the Night), not even nominated for an Oscar, and the year's premier actress was Elizabeth Taylor (Doctor Faustus, The Comedians), not nominated either. As for the best picture, businesswise, the Oscar-winning In the Heat of the Night finished fifth behind The Dirty Dozen, To Sir, With Love, You Only Live Twice, and Bonnie and Clyde.

It was a fine kettle of fish for TV fans when NET'S effervescent French Chef Julia Child peeked into an official White House dinner for a firsthand look at the stove of state. While the President welcomed Japan's Premier Eisaku Sato last fall, Julia and her camera crew checked on china and cutlery with the head butler, and moved into the White House kitchen to savor a cuisine proving so tasty that, for once, even Julia ran short on adjectives. She pronounced the vol-au-vent "awfully good, awfully good"; the salad dressing "perfectly seasoned"; the white-wine sauce "a poem"; the service "impeccable." "This is really one of the best dinners I've ever eaten," marveled Julia. "If I could serve it for six people I'd be very proud indeed--and they're serving it for 190!"

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