Wild Bill Scholl v. Dr. Sam Sheppard. That surprising billing on the pro wrestling program is expected to pack the high school stands for the exhibition bouts that will be held in Waverly, Ohio, on Aug. 9, to raise money for cancer research. After two murder trials, two malpractice lawsuits arising from patients' deaths and last winter's much publicized divorce petition from his second wife, Dr. Sam ranks as a celebrity of sorts. He also claims to have been a pretty fair grappler as a youth, and he reportedly was something of a champion at Ohio Penitentiary, where he served nine years. "He's in great shape, lean at 6 ft. and 195 Ibs.," said George Strickland, the wrestling pro who is training Dr. Sam for the bout.

Decked out in a navy-blue double-breasted coat complete with brass buttons, the lass made a brave show of downing the traditional ration of grog. "It tastes quite nice, but I don't think I could manage the whole tot," said Princess Anne, 18, after a few sips. She did better at the British Navy dice game of "great uckers," rolling a six and helping her team to victory. Actually, the Princess' only fluff on her official review of the frigate H.M.S. Eastbourne involved the time-honored British chip. "You'll have to come to Buckingham Palace," she told a navy cook after tasting his fried potatoes. "We don't have any chips there." Not so, a palace spokesman hastened to reassure all the kingdom's chip fanciers. "It's not a case of chips with everything, but I'm sure the royal family do have chips."

Actress Jacqueline Bisset was not eager to belt a 68-year-old grandmother in the face, but the old woman was not one bit impressed by her deferential pat on the cheek. "You'll have to hit me harder than that, dear, if the scene's going to work." So Helen Hayes took a good smash from Miss Bisset--and the scene worked. Back in Hollywood, after a 13-year absence, for the filming of Arthur Hailey's bestseller Airport, the great lady of the stage still scorns a standin. In her role as chronic stowaway Ada Quonsett, she even insisted on doing a wrestling scene with the mad bomber, played by Van Heflin. It was something of a reunion for the two veterans, who last worked together in. the film My Son John in 1952.

Caught by photographers behind a large volume on the life of Napoleon, vacationing Georges Pompidou, President of France, explained that he was doing research for his speech this month at the bicentennial celebration of the Emperor's birth in Ajaccio, Corsica. The President was taking a long weekend with his wife and son at Pointe de 1'Ar-couest on the Brittany coast, his first real breather since assuming office. According to Paris Match, it was practically a second honeymoon: "Hand in hand, they run among the rocks, they go for cruises, and, like all vacationers, they return to their place, tired and smiling, their shoes in their hands."

A lady's 40th birthday can be a depressing affair. But Aristotle Onassis knew how to put a sparkle into his Jacqueline's anniversary. First there was a gala dinner for family and friends at their villa in Glifadha, outside Athens; then they moved on to the Neraida Club for Jackie's introduction to Athenian night life. The dancing and bouzouki music went on until 7 a.m., with Jackie clapping spiritedly to the rhythm and raising toasts to the players. At one point, eavesdroppers heard her tell Ari: "I want to know every word of those beautiful songs. They're simply marvelous." And her birthday present?

Reports have been circulating for weeks that it is a 40-carat diamond, one carat for each precious year. Price: anywhere between $400,000 and $1,000,000, depending on quality.

The scene was Houston's exclusive Old Capitol Club, where a waiter informed Criminal Lawyer Percy Foreman, 67, that a visitor wished to speak with him in the hall. There Foreman was confronted by Melvin Powers, the hulking drifter whom he had successfully defended along with Candy Mossier, 49, in the celebrated 1964 murder of Multimillionaire Jacques Mossier. Powers, 27, was incensed over Foreman's suit to obtain legal fees involving several hundred thousand dollars from Powers' Aunt Candy. "Look you bastard, I'm mean," raged Powers, gesturing threateningly. "I'm tough too," replied the husky lawyer. Then, as onlookers gaped, Powers went on: "Don't forget. I've already killed one old man and it wouldn't bother me to kill another one." "Oh, yeah?" asked Foreman. "If you killed me, who'd you get to be your lawyer?" With that, Powers departed. Foreman returned to his Scotch and soda.

"I just don't feel like playing any more," he wrote. "If I continued to play, I'd become a mercenary because I'm not involved any more." That is how Bill Russell, player-coach of pro basketball's champion Boston Celtics, announced his retirement in SPORTS ILLUSTRATED last week. By giving up his coaching job ("that prime incubator of ulcers") and his $250,000-a-year contract, Russell ends a career in which he helped the Celtics to eleven championships in 13 seasons. Russell says he is now considering a career in "the field of entertainment." But back in Boston, they were taking it all with a grain of salt. Said Celtics General Manager Red Auerbach: "As far as I'm concerned, Bill Russell will be retired only if he doesn't show up on the first day of camp."

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