At the invitation of Tricia Nixon Cox, four-year-old Patrick Lyndon Nugent turned up at the White House to reclaim his occasional place behind the desk in the presidential office. He brought along his mother Loci Johnson Nugent, swiveled happily in the big presidential chair and gleefully pounded the desk with a gavel. At his press conference, young Lyndon fielded questions with all the aplomb of his grandfather. Did he know who used to work here? "Boppa." Who likes elephants? "President Nixon." If he has absorbed from his family any other insights into Boppa's successor, he showed the political savvy to keep them to himself.

When it comes to reducing, some people don't fool around. At 333 Ibs., Jazz Trumpeter Al Hirt, 49, decided to cut out fat. He had some 26 Ibs. of it removed by abdominal surgery at the University College of Medicine in Virginia. "I had reached the point where this operation was preventive medicine for me," says Hirt. "I believe it will help me live longer. I hope I'll get to see my grandchildren now." -

Talk about nostalgia! The movie was all about the bad old days when Mafia "families" were submachine gunning each other in classic Cadillacs, and its premiere harked back to the good old days when searchlights stabbed the Hollywood sky to honor the world's Glamour People. Except that this premiere was on Broadway. Raquel Welch was there, and Ali MacGraw and Bob Evans, Elliott Gould, Polly Bergen, Jack Nicholson, Paula Prentiss, Rona Barrett, Andy Williams. There were plenty of Kennedys--Eunice and Sargent Shriver, Jean and Stephen Smith, Pat Lawford --plus a sizable slither of socialites. But the superstar of The Godfather's opening was Henry Kissinger. So many people wanted to be seen talking to the White House adviser that the curtain was delayed about 15 minutes. Kissinger was also the power and glory of the party afterward at the St. Regis Hotel, where the waiters passed the pasta, dressed in gangland pinstripes with black shirts and white ties. "I thought I was going to get away from all this by coming to New York," said Henry the K, happily.

"I don't feel any different than I did at 20," mused 30-year-old Muhammad Ali, "only I have more sense. If I hadn't talked as much as I did, I would be a billionaire today. A lot of things you say can be true, but they can be said at the wrong time. Now I know when to say certain things." Thereupon the former champion proceeded to say certain things about his financial expectations for a rematch with his successor, Joe Frazier: "Frazier and I must be paid. The slave days are over. We want $6,000,000 each. But I guess we might come down a million."

Dewi Sukarno was dewy-eyed with chagrin at being "compelled to do a thing which is not at all elegant." That inelegant thing, said the Indonesian dictator's pretty widow, is to sue one top Tokyo newspaper, one news agency and two leading Japanese weeklies for "having created a false and damaging image about myself." For years on end, complained Dewi, "these publications have been brainwashing the Japanese people with all manner of imagined poison about me." The latest toxin: a suggestion that her fiance, a Spanish banker, was connected with the Mafia. "This really is too much," she blazed. "At last I have decided to do something about the bad habit." Dewi didn't know how much damages to ask for the correction of such habits, she told newsmen on her arrival in Tokyo, but "my expenses are not low, you know."

THE PLOT. A 13-year-old boy named Christian disappears, and his father, who is divorced from his mother, hires a private eye to find him. The detective (who, incidentally, is handicapped by having artificial hands) gets a helicopter and cruises along the Gulf of California, looking for a blue Volkswagen truck in which Christian is supposed to be riding. Eventually the detective spots the truck parked at a tent camp in a remote area of Baja California. He lands at a nearby town, organizes a detachment of Mexican police and raids the camp. Christian, who is hiding behind a pile of clothes, tries to make a run for it. In a sleeping bag is a naked 21-year-old girl, who refuses to give her name. Also present are six hippiesque men and a woman, who say that Christian's mother offered them each $10,000 "to heist the boy" for a while (there are enough provisions in camp for several months). After a courtroom scene, in which the father appeals to have Christian put in his custody (he has been sharing the boy with the mother), the judge postpones the hearing for a month and for that period gives the father permission to take his son to Paris, where he is working. Fadeout, with the mother denying she had anything to do with the adventure. THE CAST: Father--Marlon Brando. Mother--Anna Kashfi. Private Eye--Jay Armes. Christian--Christian Devi Brando.

Is his role as the Governor of California dramatic enough, or does Former Actor Ronald Reagan hanker to make yet another movie? "Oh, the thought has entered the mind, but I know I can't do it," says the 61-year-old veteran of 50-odd films. But he adds: "I would have done anything in the world to play the title role in Patton," for which George C. Scott won a 1970 Academy Award. Another legendary general also appeals to the Governor: Douglas MacArthur. "When I think of the story that could be done on the same basis--coming to a close with that 'old soldiers never die' speech . . ." Old actors never die either.

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