Rumors flitted through Germany that despite their three-month separation, Brigitte Bardot and Third Husband Guenter Sachs were still madly in love, If so, they were having the devil's own time letting each other know about it. First the German playboy descended on Munich, where Bardot was on hand for the premiere of her new western, Shalako, She had already come and gone, They narrowly missed each other again in Hamburg, where Brigitte was celebrating her 34th birthday. Though B.B. pointedly told friends that she had lingered in one of Sachs' favorite nightclubs until 3 a.m. one night hoping to bump into him, Guenter remained as confused as ever. "I don't even know whether I'm divorced from her," he sighed. "Unhappiness, thy first name is Brigitte."

Back in the late 1940s, when her father was Ambassador to the Court of St. James's and she was one of Princess Margaret's closest companions, hardly a week went by without a report that Sharman Douglas, 40, was about to get married. Nobody quite corralled her then; now someone has. The groom-to-be is once-divorced Andrew Mackenzie Hay, a naturalized American from London. Why no engagement announcement? "She's too old for that," explains her mother.

Observers thought they detected a promising new curve or two. Maybe those stories that she had actually gained a whole pound were true. Insisted Twiggy: "I'm exactly what I always was, 92 lbs." Whatever she weighs, the 19-year-old British model has made herself over so that she looks almost feminine. She has traded her body stocking and "all those flattening boyish things" for a real girl's bra, now wears more or less normal makeup instead of marking her eyes with heavy, horizontal pencil lines. She is letting her hair grow "as long as it'll go, down to me feet." In Manhattan to begin a promotion tour for Yardiev cosmetics, she just laughed when asked whether her fiance-manager, Justin de Villeneuve, had given her a diamond ring yet. Said Twiggy, with a wave of her ring-laden fingers: "I ain't got no room for an engagement ring

"I hate animosity myself, but if someone wants to keep up a silent thing, that's all right with me," sniffed Raquel Welch. Said fullback turned actor Jim Brown: "If you are star No. 1, there is no question of having to get along with people." In Spain filming 100 Rifles, a sex-and-violence western, the two stars were not even speaking to each other. "There was a real chemical thing going at first," recalls Raquel. But after a torrid love scene, the chemistry stopped. Brown refuses to discuss the matter. Says Raquel: "I don t know what happened after that. At table, I remember asking for the salt one day and hearing 'Get it yourself; its not black.' Jim just sort of withdrew into himself, and he's never come out."

The pictures were the kind found in any family album. There was the radiant new mother sitting in bed in a prim peignoir, surrounded by her beaming kin. The photos, taken four years ago after the birth of Prince Edward, were of Queen Elizabeth II. When they appeared in France in Paris-Match, the royal household was scandalized. The Queen asked the British press to refrain from printing the "personal" snapshots, but the London Daily Express took advantage of its reciprocal arrangement with Paris-Match and printed them anyway. With that, the rival London Daily Mirror threatened to publish "a purloined snapshot taken by Prince Philip of Prince Charles sitting on his potty at the age of 19 months."

"Saved!" shouted Joan Kennedy at the press conference. "I have a feeling I came at the right time," said Indiana's Democratic Senator Birch Bayh, who turned up at just the proper moment to rescue her from a tricky question about the Pans peace talks. Joan was in Hoosier land campaigning for Bayh's reelection, reminding her audiences that it was he who had risked his life to pull her husband Teddy out of the wreckage in that near-fatal light-plane crash near Springfield, Mass., tour years ago. At one rally she let her listeners in on a little family secret by introducing former Notre Dame President Father John Cavanaugh as "the best priest friend Ted and I ever had " Said Joan: "We wanted him to marry us, but Cardinal Spellman said he should be the one to do it,"

Her golden hair still swooped provocatively over one eye, her skintight, beaded gown glittered as brightly as ever, and if her face had begun to show her 66 years, her voice remained full of the old husky magic. Indeed, when Marlene Dietrich returned to Broadway for a six-week engagement, the only thing that was different from last year's show was the opening number, a torchy ballad called Look Me Over Closely. Not that anybody in the theater waits for her invitation.

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