"Of course we'll live off his income," insisted the bride-to-be. "He wouldn't think of it any other way." And another thing, Luci Baines Johnson, 18, pointed out in an interview with McCall's, those reports that she had to strong-arm Daddy into approving the match were just "hogwash." When she brought her beau, Pat Nugent, whose career plans are still up in the air, down to the ranch last October, the girl explained, "my father came to us and asked: 'What's all this I read in the newspapers?' " And that, said Luci, sticking out her jaw, "is when we sat down and reasoned together."

At first there was some doubt she would make it there at all. But then the stout Boy Scout commissioner and five other loyal subjects on the tiny British West Indian isle of Nevis pleaded that Queen Elizabeth II not ignore them on her month-long Caribbean tour. And so she came. As the royal yacht Britannia docked at the jetty, nearly all 13,000 Nevisians were dancing in the streets. Then with endless royal waves, Elizabeth and Prince Philip drove off through the cotton and sugarcane fields to pay a gracious call at the birthplace of one of the Crown's less loyal subjects--Alexander Hamilton.

It was the old mousetrap play. The U.S. Army captain and the Vietnamese airborne battalion, which he served as adviser, fought their way into a Viet Cong camp near Bong Son one night, only to find the place deserted. Then, at midnight, with the ammo running low, Captain Pete Dawkins, 27, had the V.C. red-dogging in on both flanks. After a quick firefight, Army's 1958 AllAmerica halfback huddled with his assistant, Lieut. Dick McDaniel, a former Nebraska end, and called for a "quick draw"--an artillery barrage from the nearby 1st Air Cavalry Division. That play scored fine, and afterward, as Dawkins and his unit rested in Saigon, Premier Nguyen Cao Ky awarded him and McDaniel South Viet Nam's second highest decoration, the Gallantry Cross.

After five weeks of arguments, Widow Mary Hemingway had her verdict. She had tried to stop publication of a book by A. E. Hotchner (TIME, Feb. 11), a friend and drinking pal of Ernest's during his last years, describing how the prideful lion sometimes fell into black and irrational moods before eventually shooting himself in 1961. In writing these reminiscences, argued "Miss Mary," Hotchner had used Papa's spoken words, which should be considered his property. But New York State Supreme Court Justice Harry Frank ruled that "spontaneous oral conversation with friends" cannot be considered subject to copyright. Random House will publish Papa Hemingway in April.

And wasn't it a long, fond wake the widow held? After Irish Playwright Brendan Behan died of "the gargle" two years ago, Beatrice Behan, 40, told Redbook in Dublin, "I spent a few months drinking around in the pubs where they knew him." After a while, said Beatrice, "I felt his personality slipping under my skin.. I imagined that everyone loved me, and I even sang those dreary I.R.A. songs that Brendan used to sing. But then I realized I was not being natural, so I drink but little now." Still, considering the mourning after, the great gargler's widow conceded: "I love the life of the pubs."

Filed for probate in Manhattan Surrogate's Court, the will of General Motors Magnate Alfred P. Sloan Jr. grandly disposed of $90 million, with $60 million pouring into his Sloan Foundation, $10 million going to his alma mater, M.I.T., $10 million to the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center, and $10 million to the Memorial Hospital for Cancer and Allied Diseases, both in Manhattan. His brothers and other relatives, said a lawyer for the estate, "were provided for earlier."

As the provost of England's Coventry Cathedral explained after his new and radically beautiful church had risen beside the ruins of the old cathedral bombed out in 1940, "History has given us a chance to experiment, but we're not banging cymbals and drums." Maybe not then, but some distinctly unconventional sounds were issuing from Coventry last week as Duke Ellington, 66, staged the European premiere of his jazzy Concert of Sacred Music, swinging out on the steps of the chancel beneath Graham Sutherland's tapestry of Christ in Glory (TIME cover, Dec. 25, 1964). "There's a story of the man who accompanied his prayers by juggling because that was the thing he could do best," said the Duke. "That's what we're doing--we're playing our kind of music here."

I'll endorse with my name any of the following: clothing, cigarettes, tapes, sound equipment, ROCK 'N' ROLL RECORDS, anything, film and film equipment, Food, Helium, Whips, MONEY--love and kisses Andy Warhol, EL 5-9941.

That's how the ad in the Village Voice ran and, while it wouldn't exactly be like having Mickey Mantle endorse your shaving cream, manufacturers might well consider what Andy's painstaking pop pictures did for Campbell Soups. As yet no helium or whip manufacturers have called up for the artist's endorsement, and what Andy really wants is to lend his name to some nice Manhattan restaurant, which in turn would agree to keep him and his entourage in sandwiches and beer up in his loft. But kindly don't send any of those canvas Oldenburgers.

Most of his impressive art collection looks genuine enough, sprinkled as it is with the signatures of people like Picasso, Matisse and Henry Moore. But you never can tell, testified Collector Nelson Rockefeller, 57, at the New York State attorney general's hearing on art fraud. There was that time in Sumatra in 1930, the Governor went on ruefully, when he picked up a lovely piece of "primitive sculpture," only to have a local innkeeper inform him that the things were mass-produced for the tourist trade. On other occasions, admitted Rockefeller, he's been a "sucker," and "naturally, I feel very silly."

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