It must have been hot in Portofino on the Italian Riviera when Jacqueline Onassis--clad in only a red T shirt and white slacks--shopped with her daughter, Caroline Kennedy. After Husband Aristotle bought her a few souvenirs and gifts for the kids, they all headed back to the Christina for more cruising.

When Britain's Prime Minister Edward Heath takes his hand off the tiller of the ship of state, he grabs the tiller of his 41-ft. sloop Morning Cloud. In fact, critics feel, he shows more devotion to Morning Cloud than to Britain. Opposition Leader Harold Wilson has called Heath a "part-time" Prime Minister, and the daily Sun has accused "Skipper Ted" of "sitting bronzed and beaming at the helm while the economy of the U.K. sinks slowly." The squalls of outrage really blew up when Heath, intent on winning a place in the ocean-going Admiral's Cup Race in August, went to a qualifying race instead of the trooping of the color on the Queen's official birthday, traditionally attended by the P.M. Morning Cloud won, but Skipper Ted came back to find a motion in Commons signed by five Labor M.P.'s and titled "Prime Minister's Snub to the Commonwealth."

On the door of 19 Berggasse, Vienna, the old brass nameplate was back: Prof. Dr. Freud. Inside, the waiting room, office and study where Sigmund Freud lived and worked for 50 years had been restored with much of the original furniture for its opening last week as a museum. There were his cream-colored velour hat, his checkered sports cap, his ivory-handled cane, sent over from London by his psychoanalyst daughter Anna Freud. She could not bear, however, to part with the famed couch. Austrian Chancellor Bruno Kreisky was on hand for the occasion, with a clutch of city councilors, but Vienna is still almost as cool as it always was to its most illustrious modern son. Of the city's 113 listed psychiatrists, only twelve practice Freud's analysis, and Vienna's Freud Society was founded only a year ago--by Professor Friederich Hacker of Los Angeles. A clear case of repression.

Evidence is mounting that Democratic Senator George McGovern has big plans for the ladies. The only self-confessed candidate for the presidency in 1972, McGovern told the Woman's National Democratic Club that if he is elected he will immediately appoint a woman ambassador to the U.N., put women on the National Security Council and include them in his Cabinet. First vacancy on the Supreme Court would get a lady Justice too. "For almost 200 years now, the highest court of this land has been an exclusive all-male club," declared Candidate McGovern. "While justice is female, all the Justices have been male. I'd put an end to that, first chance I got."

In the depths of its economic doldrums, the U.S. entertainment industry rallied last week to raise over $800,000 for its Motion Picture and Television Relief Fund. There were parties all weekend, notably one given by Sammy Davis Jr. and a "come casually beautiful" dinner dance at Polly Bergen's. The gala, with an audience of 5,300 at the Los Angeles Music Center, outgalaed just about everything in Hollywood memory. "Never before have so many stars appeared in one evening," said M.C. Jimmy Stewart, "and that includes the Academy Awards, the Emmy Awards, and all of

Zsa Zsa Gabon's weddings." Highlight No. 1: Frank Sinatra, in excellent voice, making his farewell appearance--singing the songs he made famous and ending quietly with a "saloon song" called Angel Eyes. He barely whispered the last line, " 'Scuse me while I disappear," as the lights faded, and he did. Highlight No. 2: Princess Grace of Monaco, patroness of the evening, introduced by a nervous Gary Grant, her onetime leading man. Highlight No. 3: Pearl Bailey hamming it up in her Hello, Dolly! number with what may have been the highest priced male chorus line of all time: Sammy Davis Jr., Rock Hudson, Jack Lemmon, Greg Morris, Joe Namath, David Niven and Don Rickles. "At the finish," reported Women's Chairman Rosalind Russell, "people were crying, throwing their programs in the air, standing in ovation. The whole thing was glorious."

Evangelist Billy Graham is not too pleased with the Jesus Freak brand of Christianity. For one thing, there is that image of Christ as the original hippie. Ignoring those famous words about taking no thought for earthly goods and considering the lilies of the field ("They toil not, neither do they spin"), Graham insisted to his Second Chicago Crusade audience that Jesus "worked hard with his hands, and he was certainly not a dropout." As for the popular rock opera, Jesus Christ, Superstar: "It lacks a clear, compelling testimony of Scripture to the person of Jesus Christ," said Billy. "Over and over, a chorus asks, 'Who are you?' and the opera does not supply the answer."

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