Heir to the Duke tobacco dynasty, Walker P. ("Skipper") Inman Jr., 10, is already one of the world's richest little boys--and potentially one of the wealthiest men of the late 20th century. An orphan since the age of six, Skipper, who lives with his uncle on a 2,000-acre farm in Brunson, S.C., will get $30 million from his father's estate when he reaches 21. Now, following the death of his grandmother Nanaline Holt Inman Duke, he will get another $35 million. All but passed over in the latest parceling was Skipper's Aunt Doris Duke--Nanaline's daughter--already worth an estimated $70 million, who was merely bequeathed some of her mother's jewelry.

"I was doing an altar of St Therese de Lisieux, my favorite saint, and I needed a model for the angel in one of the panels. Jack, with his curly hair and his youthful serenity of expression, was literally God-sent." So said Sculptress Irena Wiley of John F. Kennedy, who at the time in 1939 was spending a week or so of his summer vacation from Harvard visiting the sculptress and her diplomat husband in Europe. Carving the wooden altarpiece for a Belgian church, Mrs. Wiley portrayed the future U.S. President as a guardian angel hovering over the kneeling nun. By the time she had finished. Belgium was overrun by the Nazis, and the work was sent for safekeeping to the Vatican, which passed it on to one of the city's more than 400 churches.

His autobiography. Victory Over Myself, was completed, and World Heavyweight Champion Floyd Patterson, 27, felt a sudden urge to revisit the locale of one of his early chapters. Dragging along a passel of pals, the dusky boxer hustled them aboard a rush-hour "A" train to a subway station beneath Brooklyn's High Street station. Floyd scooted up a ladder to the dark cranny where 17 years ago. as a shy and unhappy ragamuffin, he spent his hours as a chronic hooky player from school. "Just like I remember it," said Floyd. "Crazy, man," said a trainer. Someone else had found Floyd's hideaway. Rummaging around, he found a pilfered wallet left behind by a pickpocket. Clambering down from the unlit alcove, the champ brushed off the soot and sighed. "Now I can get it off my mind."

Two years ago, an 8-lb. dumbbell used to prop a window screen slipped from a maid's frantic grasp and plummeted eight floors from the Ritz Tower Hotel to hit and fatally injure a vacationing Detroit financier walking up Manhattan's 57th Street toward Park Avenue with his wife. Ending a $500,000 suit against the apartment's owners. TV Star Arlene Francis and her husband, Producer Martin Gabel, the widow of Alvin Rodecker settled for $175,000 from the Gabels and $10,000 from the Ritz Tower, both insured for such public liability.

A quartet of mountain climbers stumbled hungry and tattered into a Nepalese village after surviving the blizzards and bitter cold of the Himalayas for 50 days with only 20 days' rations. Led by Tufts University Philosophy Professor Woodrow Wilson Sayre, 43, grandson of the late U.S. President, the amateur foursome--including a geology student, a Boston attorney, a Swiss schoolteacher--had cocksurely attempted to climb the unsealed 25,910-ft. Gyachung Kang peak without either oxygen or Sherpa guides.

Cresting at 250,000 ft. over Nevada, the sleek black rocket-plane once again broke the world's altitude record, a habit the experts think the X-15 will continue until it doubles that height. The ten-minute ride to the fringes of space won Air Force Major Bob White, 38, the double distinction of becoming the world's highest and fastest (4,093 m.p.h.) winged-aircraft pilot. Upon landing on Rogers Dry Lake, Calif., White was debriefed with a frosty martini mixed by the flight surgeon&3151;another X-15 project habit.

Ill lay filmdom's Little Caesar Edward G. Robinson, 68,stricken by a heart attack on location for Sammy Going South, 6,000 ft. high in the foothills of Tanganyika's Mount Kilimanjaro. Grizzly with chin whiskers sprouted for his role as a diamond smuggler with a heart of gold. Robinson roared from his Nairobi hospital bed: "I've never held up a production in my life. I'll be back on the set tomorrow." Doctors ordered three weeks' rest.

The contract came to $100,000 a year, but in yen it added up to 35.7 million7#151;and that was too rich for Japan's Diet. With regrets and thanks for past services. Japanese parliamentarians canceled Thomas E. Dewey's contract as a legal consultant to JETRO (Japan External Trade Agency). Hired in August 1959, the two-time Republican presidential candidate, who now practices law in New York, helped the Japanese land a $3.8 million contract to supply ship-towing locomotives to the Panama Canal Co., worked hard to counter efforts to restrict imports of cheap transistors to U.S. markets. But after a 1960 Japanese trade fair in Moscow fizzled and wound up $314,000 in the red, the Diet lost some of its enthusiasm for JETRO, decided to cut costs by taking Dewey off the payroll.

At teatime, the black family limousine rolled up to the White House portal, and a tanned Mamie Eisenhower, in a mottled print dress, alighted for her first homecoming in a year and a day. "Hello, Bruce," said the former First Lady to the doorman. She hailed a covey of capital newspaperwomen, then shook hands with her hostess Jackie, ashimmer in a green shantung sheath. After a peek at the refurbished Red Room, Mamie sat down in the Oval Room over raspberry tarts and tea with seven other senior leaguers working on a $30 million drive for the National Culture Center, hopefully to bring more performing arts to the nation's capital.

Appropriately attired in grey, Dave Beck, 68, looked downcast as he surrendered to U.S. marshals in Seattle for the start of two concurrent five-year federal prison terms for tax fraud. But there was still a touch of the old bravado in the onetime boss of the International Brotherhood of Teamsters. As he boarded an 84-ft. launch near Tacoma that took him four miles across Puget Sound to McNeil Island Penitentiary, he called: "Remember MacArthur, boys! I'll be back." When the turnipy teamster does return, he will face 15 more years for embezzlement of his union's funds.

Before going off for a fortnight's pre-campaign rest at his Canadian cottage, George Romney, 54, drew a firm line against stumping on Sunday during Michigan's coming gubernatorial race. The teetotaling Mormon, who recently resigned as American Motors boss, will reserve Sundays for "church and family." Democrats do not expect their incumbent Governor, John Swainson, to be quite that saintly, have scheduled a full list of Sunday appearances at church socials, firemen's outings and ward picnics.

In Manhattan, the Rockefeller-founded Museum of Primitive Art announced for September showing a vast collection of more than 200 artifacts (20-ft. totemlike "bisj" poles, 40-ft.-long "spirit"' canoes, intricately carved wooden crocodiles), depicting every aspect of the ritual life of Dutch New Guinea's seafaring Asmat tribe. It was the last work of the museum's youngest trustee. Michael Rockefeller, 23, anthropologist son of New York's Governor, who was lost seven months ago when his frail catamaran swamped in the shark-teeming Arafura Sea off New Guinea.

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