When Warren Beatty was tapped for the role opposite Liz Taylor in The Only Game in Town, everybody ducked, expecting the temperament to fly. But rarely has there been such serenity on the set. Liz loves Warren and vice versa. Warren even indulges in a bit of costar counseling now and then, what with Burton on a nearby set playing a homosexual opposite Rex Harrison. "Don't worry, Elizabeth," reassured Warren during their first kissing scene, "at this very moment your husband is kissing Rex on the other set."

Those Kennedy clan touch-football sessions were wild and woolly for their day. But the antics at Hickory Hill and Hyannisport now seem like a girls' fieldhockey jamboree compared with the mayhem on the greensward at Gracie Mansion when New York Mayor John Lindsay and his pals take the field. After the latest game, one aide had landed in the hospital with a broken hand and two others were hobbling around with badly swollen shins. And Hizzoner unscathed. In fact, despite striking teachers and recalcitrant policemen he was dressed up for a night out on the town with his wife. "We always play this way," he said.

In 1957, a professor of history with a wry wit promulgated his theory of the work-time syndrome: "Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion." That shrewd and accurate observation became known as Parkinson's Law, after its founder, C. Northcote Parkinson, 59. Now comes "Mrs. Parkinson's Law," aimed at the harried housewife who hopes to keep both her sanity and her spouse: "Heat produced by pressure expands to fill the mind available, from which it can pass only to a cooler mind," goes the latest Parkinson principle. What all that bafflegab means, says Parkinson, is that when the lady of the house feels like blowing her stack, she ought to hie herself next door for a chat and a cup of coffee instead of waiting to explode when her husband gets home from the office.

"Basically, we're very shy people," said Japanese Artist Yoko Ono after she and John Lennon stirred a furor by posing for the nude photos on the cover of a Beatle-produced album, The Two Virgins. Now the shy couple have announced they are expecting a baby in the spring. Said John, who is being sued for divorce by wife Cynthia: "Babies make the world happier and that's our scene."

Manhattan's latest watering hole is hidden away in the basement of the Sherry-Netherland Hotel behind a heavy wooden door with only a discreet brass name plate to identify it. Designer Cecil Beaton has maintained the speakeasy image by decking the joint out with dark red and green wallpaper and gleaming brass fixtures, plus just a hint of modern psychedelia in the lights flashing across the dining-room ceiling. But not everybody can get into Raffles merely by rapping on the door and whispering, "Joe sent me." It costs $500 to join, another $350 a year in dues, and membership runs to the likes of Senator Jacob Javits, Henry Ford, Truman Capote, the Duke of Bedford, Cornelius Vanderbilt Whitney, Douglas Dillon and George Plimpton. As Ginger Rogers says: "It's where you can meet the people you want to meet."

"In my boyhood, the woods were full of game, and the sky was black with ducks," said the tall, grey-haired man. As such scenes grow increasingly rare, Charles A. Lindbergh, 66, is devoting much of his time to preserving the world's vanishing wildlife, working closely with the International Union for the Conservation of Nature and the World Wildlife Fund. Last week Lindy was in Taiwan, where he urged that the island's national parks be kept "as wild as possible." Unhappily, he discovered that Taiwan's cypress forests are endangered by loggers, that the majestic clouded leopard has probably already been hunted to extinction, and will soon be followed by the sika deer, whose horns are ground up for Chinese virility potions. Said Lindy, sadly: "Time is running out."

Hunched into an old-fashioned knit shawl, hiding behind granny glasses and wearing a brunette dye job on her hair, she still could not sneak past the cameraman sent to record her arrival at Orly Airport outside Paris. Everyone recognized the mother of Rosemary's Baby. So after a few photographs, Mia Farrow hurried over to Alexandre's to have her hair restored to its original condition for the movie's French premiere.

The way the society columnists had it, the young lady was in town to spend some time working in her father's Manhattan office. But Christina Onassis, 18, Aristotle's daughter by his first marriage, refused to say. Her father, however, leans toward the theory that she is fascinated by U.S. politics. "Christina is an American citizen," he said. "And who knows? She may be the first woman President of the United States."

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