She wore little more than a slip and a pout as Maggie in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and as the unhappy hooker Gloria Wandrous in Butterfield 8. In Cleopatra, her bangles and baubles barely covered the upper and lower regions of the Nile. What a costume change, then, for Elizabeth Taylor, in private life Mrs. John Warner, wife of the junior Senator from Virginia. Dutifully observing a 62-year-old Senate tradition she might understandably have skipped, Liz donned a Red Cross Gray Ladies' uniform and joined Mrs. Warren Magnuson of Washington and other Senate wives at a volunteers' luncheon. Once Senate wives rolled bandages for World War I wounded. Now they meet regularly to make nonpolitical talk along with hand puppets and clothing for a Washington children's hospital.

How happily the President of France forsook affairs of state for an affaire de coeur. Splendid in morning coat, tall, smiling Valery Giscard d'Estaing gave his arm to his youngest daughter Jacinte, 19, who became the bride of Architect Philippe Guibout, 29. For the civil ceremony the couple and attendants crowded into the same minuscule town hall in the Loire Valley farming village of Authon in which Giscard pere et mere (Anne-Aymone de Brantes) exchanged vows 26 years ago. Then came the more solemn religious ceremony in a tapestry-draped 12th century chapel close by the President's Chateau de 1'Etoile outside Authon. For that occasion, Jacinte wore a traditional flowing white dress, tulle veil and pillbox hat, all by Jean-Louis Scherrer, one of her mother's favorite designers. The altar billowed with blue, white and pink jacinthes (hyacinths). After the honeymoon. the couple will move into a two-room Paris flat not far from the apartment of another pair of distinguished newlyweds, Caroline of Monaco and Philippe Junot.

The call from the Oval Office customarily comes at about 4 o'clock. "Ready to jog?" asks Jimmy Carter. Rosalynn Carter usually is. The presidential couple, in jogging attire, set out together on a course around the White House South Lawn (measured one memorable afternoon at a quarter-mile by panting correspondents who trailed Lyndon Johnson for 18 laps on an improbable mobile press conference). The Johnson quarter-mile is not the only Carter family run. They couple-jogged in Cairo and Jerusalem on recent visits abroad. Last week at Camp David, Rosalynn reached a running high. Trailed by two carloads of agents togged out in double-barreled shotguns, the First Lady panted a full 4% miles. "This is the farthest Rosalynn has ever gone," announced her proud husband, adding, "On good days, I like to go ten." Oh, shin ache.

Some baseball pitchers are bad boys of winter: they come in low and inside with their typewriters and tell tales out of the clubhouse. Jim Bouton perfected the pitch with Ball Four, and as a sequel ex-Yankee Sparky Lyle this season spikes up dirt about the world champs in The Bronx Zoo. Then there's Philadelphia Phillies Reliefer Tug McGraw, 34. When his arm is in the whirlpool, McGraw's mind is busy thinking up baseball fairy tales for children. He is working on one about a boy from the Bowery and his dog who both make it to the majors and another in which balls, bats and gloves come alive. "I'm sure lots of people want to read the other type of story," says Tug. "But I want to present some positive things that kids can grow around." And maybe make more appearances on the literary mound than the other type guarantees.

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