A father for the tenth time last year, Charlie Chaplin, 74, was all smiles until he read a promotional pamphlet for a projected rejuvenation clinic in Nice, France. The blurb intimated that he owed his latter-day powers to the injection of live cells from embryo lambs and calves. Bull, said Charlie. He kept youthful by himself, and that embryo claptrap was a denigrating lie. French courts agreed, upheld Charlie's suit to force withdrawal of the pamphlets.

School bells were ringing, and young royalty was off to rub elbows with untitled folk. Britain's Princess Anne, 13, and Jordan's Princess Basma, 12, were at boarding school at Benenden, 42 miles from London. Would they make their own beds? panted reporters. Of course. And would Radcliffe's first royal student, Sweden's Princess Christina, 20? Yes, she nodded wearily to Boston newsmen. Having attended to the questions, the blonde princess set about orienting herself, and so did Harvard students. Turned out that pretty Christina had brought along from Sweden her own toughest competition. Shipping Heiress Antonia Johnson. "There's the princess," noted one Yard bird. "But look at her friend, and she's rich too."

David Rusk, 22, Dean's son, dropped his M.A. studies in Latin American affairs at the University of California to become assistant to the executive director of the Urban League in Washington.

While she peeked at the classroom visitor, the typing student idly pecked: CARY CARY CARYYYYYYYYYYYYY. It was squealsville at Washington's Shaw Junior High School. Suave and swellegant Cary Grant, 59, quickly toured the building, averaged a swoon a room. The British-born actor was in town to campaign for the privately sponsored Stay-in-School Fund, dropped in on the overcrowded, predominantly Negro classes to get an idea of what causes dropouts. Wasn't he a dropout himself? someone asked. Perish the thought, replied Cary, whose formal education ended at the age of 13. "I was expelled. I went to a perfectly good school, but they couldn't stand me."

After nine years of monthly articles in the Ladies' Home Journal, the U.S. czar of child care, Dr. Benjamin Spock, 60, will start changing diapers this month for Redbook. His reason for leaving the Journal, he says, was "a drastic change in policy and staff last spring." Redbook's editors delightedly welcomed their new parent pacifier by putting him on the cover, and the doctor recalled his own babe-in-arms days. "Our parents were strict but very close to us," he wrote. So what had Mom, now 86, thought of her son's baby bible, which has sold 16 million paperback copies? "I was greatly relieved," he confessed, "when she said, 'Benny, I think it's quite sensible.' "

Queen Elizabeth II, 37, is expecting her fourth child, probably in early March. In Brussels, a court communique told Belgians that Queen Fabiola had suffered a miscarriage (her third), shortly after King Baudouin returned from a prayerful pilgrimage to Lourdes.

No one was particularly surprised--except that it had lasted this long. After three years of marriage and two sons, Remington Typewriter Heiress Gamble Benedict, 22, filed for divorce in Zurich from the man she had insisted on eloping with: fortune-hunting onetime chauffeur and self-styled economist Andrei Porumbeanu, 38. Grounds: misconduct, as yet unexplained.

The announcement made it official. Seven weeks after the death of her publisher husband, Philip Graham, Katharine Meyer Graham, 46, was elected president of the Washington Post Co. As boss, she promises to continue the policies of her husband and her father, Eugene Meyer, who together built the company into an estimated $65 million property that includes the Post, Newsweek and Art News magazines, plus radio and TV stations.

Austrian Maestro Herbert von Karajan, 55, has long been an a.m. book worm, and now he has caught an early bird. While doing some crack-of-dawn reading in his St. Tropez villa, he heard a noise in his sleeping wife's adjacent bedroom, opened the door and bumped smack into a young burglar. "What are you doing here?" roared the conductor, appassionato. For answer, he got a fortissimo downbeat right in the kisser.

The blow broke Von Karajan's reading glasses, drove the broken bits into his left eyelid and brow. But after a hurried flight to Paris, where specialists took 20 stitches to close the wounds, the conductor was assured of no permanent eye damage. And back on the Riviera, the flics, using his description, picked up a suspect who, it seemed, had visited the Von Karajans after unsuccessfully trying to break into Brigitte Bardot's home earlier.

Her marital status, adulterous in the eyes of Italian law, still weighs heavily on Sophia Loren. When asked what she wished on her gravestone, she replied simply: "Here lies Sophia Ponti." But the Neapolitan beauty is still a long way from R.I.P., and on her 29th birthday, troubles momentarily retreated. Husband Carlo presented her with a lima-bean-sized emerald ring, and Sophia purred: "It's great to be a woman."

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