In New York County Surrogate's Court, the last will and testament of Marilyn Monroe was filed for probate, showing that for all her troubled personal life, her business affairs seemed in extraordinarily good order. Unencumbered by the debts, tax claims and pending lawsuits so common to Hollywood's money minters, the value of her estate was listed "in excess of $500,000," a legalism often meaning much more. She left $100,000 in trust for her mentally ill mother, $50,000 to her onetime secretary, May Reis, $93,750 to her Manhattan psychiatrist, Marianne Kris, the rest to her sister and friends, chief among them Method Director-Teacher Lee Strasberg, 60, who reportedly will get a munificent $240,000 and all her personal belongings.

Next to Hiroshima A-bomber the Enola Gay, an early-model B-17D named the Swoose was the most famous bomber in the Pacific Theater in World War II. Named after the hybrid hero of a hit song ("Half swan, half goose, Alexander is a swoose") and piloted by a nerveless captain named Frank Kurtz, the Swoose flew hundreds of missions in the South Pacific, once force-landed in the Australian bush with a covey of Congressmen aboard, but was jollied back into the air by Kurtz and his crew, who earned the grateful thanks of, among others, Texas Congressman Lyndon B. Johnson. Kurtz's outfit soon was known as "The Swoose Group," and when his first child was born, newspapers headlined that the stork had delivered "a new Swoosie." By some whim the name got entered on the little girl's birth certificate, and Mrs. Kurtz let it stand. Last week Swoosie Kurtz, 17, entered the University of Southern California to study drama, and it was obvious that the captivating blonde was all swan.

"I quit running at 95," he said, and he gave up mowing his own lawn at 98. Now on his 100th birthday, the Grand Old Man of Athletics, Amos Alonzo Stagg, was still active enough to surprise some 400 friends who had gathered in Stockton, Calif., to celebrate the great day. Against medical advice (Stagg's legs are growing weak and his sight is dimming), the man who invented the T formation and the huddle, never drank, smoked or cussed (his most scathing epithet: "quadruple jackass"), unexpectedly showed up at the party, gamely limped to the speaker's platform, where he listened to the tributes of his admirers. The old coach may not have noticed it, but his former players on the football, baseball, track and basketball teams that he coached for 70 years had hung a sign testifying to their regard for his teachings: "Sorry, folks. No alcohol sold tonight. Remember that the man we are honoring has refrained from the use of alcohol for 100 years."

For two weeks, while a Swedish medical board studied her plea for a legal abortion to end the three-month pregnancy she feared might produce a thalidomide-de-formed baby, Phoenix Television Actress Sherri Finkbine, 30, and her husband waited at a suburban Stockholm villa. As if it were not enough that the press around the world had covered her case at the highest pitch of sensationalism, the Finkbines sold exclusive rights of her personal story to a Swedish newspaper for an undisclosed sum. At last the medical board granted permission for an abortion, and Mrs. Finkbine, the mother of four normal children, immediately entered a hospital for a 45-minute operation. The doctors confirmed her fears: they announced that the drug had indeed caused abnormality in the fetus.

Scene: the White House in 1964. The "President" peers through his horn-rims at ..a list of Cabinet choices. For Secretary of State, Herbert Hoover; Defense, Richard Nixon; Treasury, Alf Landon. What about Nelson Rockefeller? That left-winger? A small postmastership in upstate New York. Then the President surveys his new office. "I like the decor," he says. "Jackie did it all up in 18th century style. That's right up my alley." Taking the ribbing like a potential presidential candidate should, Arizona's Republican Senator Barry Goldwater, 53, chuckled through a 2 1/2hour lampooning by Atlantic City's Circus Saints and Sinners last week. Then he gave as good as he got. He, too, liked to poke fun, deadpanned Goldwater. But his sense of humor had been dampened lately by worry over his grandson. "He's too young to vote," lamented Goldwater, "and too old to be Attorney General."

The legions of paparazzi had dwindled to mere platoons at Ravello, and vacationing Jacqueline Kennedy found it easier to relax. The lazy Mediterranean days were spent swimming at Conca dei Marini and yachting aboard Fiat Automobile Heir Gianni Agnelli's 82-foot yacht, at times taking a turn at the wheel. One night Jackie even managed to give her secret service escorts the slip, with Agnelli and her brother-in-law, Polish Prince Stanislas Radziwill, paid a 1 a.m. visit to a sidewalk cafe for a glass of wine and a cup of espresso. Next night Jackie was off on the yacht to the Isle of Capri, where, appropriately clad in green Capri pants, she dropped in at several dim bistros, then returned to the yacht accompanied by an Italian crooner and five mandolin players who serenaded her party on the voyage back home. Jackie had planned to stay just two weeks, but now she decided to linger on "till the end of the month, I think."

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