"After a role like that, there is nothing more to do," says Swiss-born Actress Marthe Keller. Her ultimate film experience was playing a vampish Hollywood star called Fedora, who has something in her of Garbo, Dietrich and Gloria Swanson. After working non-stop for a year and a half (earlier films: Black Sunday, Bobby Deerfield), Marthe, 33, has been resting in her Left Bank mansion in Paris. This week she will return to Manhattan and the apartment she shares with Actor Al Pacino. When she is ready to work again, it may be back to the boards. Says Marthe: "My only dream is to go back to the stage--and why not on Broadway?"

For CBS's Circus of the Stars last winter, Valerie Perrine rode an elephant. For the same show this winter, she has a more slippery task: to do the "Roman Dolphin Ride," a regular stunt at San Diego's Sea World. After two splashy falls, she managed to stand up and water-ski on the backs of two friendly dolphins, who, she complained, felt "like wet inner tubes" and gave her a rough ride. She also had a run-in with another aquatic creature; Shamu, the resident killer whale, swam up and gave her a big wet kiss. "He has a 30-lb. tongue," shuddered Valerie. "And you could be wiped out if you moved a single inch."

His two latest movie roles are a study in contrasts. The Mexican farmer he plays in The Children of Sanchez "is one of the poorest men in the world," says Anthony Quinn, 61. The shipping magnate he plays in The Greek Tycoon is one of the richest. The story, of course, is based largely on the life of Aristotle Onassis, who shortly before he died told Quinn not to hesitate to play the role. "Do it," he urged. "You'll treat me kindly." Since then Quinn has thought a lot about Onassis--and about Sanchez. Says he: "There is a similarity in their dreams. Sanchez's dream was to build a house to protect him from the world, while Onassis' dream was to build an island to protect himself." In both characters, Quinn says, he finds "a certain emptiness."

Since he knew he was not the yachting Establishment's choice, the triumph on its merits was particularly sweet. And Terrible Ted Turner, the bold, brash captain of the revamped 12-meter yacht Courageous, had the champagne ready in Newport when George Hinman, head of the six-member selection committee, came to tell him and his crewmen the news: "Gentlemen, you have been selected to defend the America's Cup." Skipper Turner, 38, a Georgian who owns the Atlanta Braves and the Atlanta Hawks (TIME, Aug. 8), had won the right to try to retain for the U.S. the world's oldest international sporting trophy by defeating the other two U.S. aspirants, Enterprise and Independence, in 26 out of 35 races. Before the beginning of the race against the foreign challenger Australia on Sept. 13, Turner plans to take a few days off--to sail, of course, but on his own 65-ft. yacht Tenacious.

Now that his Uncle Billy has resigned his duties at the warehouse to go on the celebrity circuit, Chip Carter, 27, is running the show. The harvest is just beginning, and Chip will purchase about $4 million worth of peanuts from farmers in the area, then help handle the processing and marketing. At the end of the day, he returns home to Wife Caron and six-month-old James Earl Carter IV. Trying "to work things out" in their strained marriage, the couple are living for the moment in Rosalynn and Jimmy's ranch house at 1 Woodland Drive. Though the quarters are not up to par with the White House, they top Chip and Caron's last abode in Plains: an $8,100 mobile home near the railroad station.

"I want to keep the myth alive," Greta Garbo once said when asked about her reclusiveness. Garbo made her last film, Two-Faced Woman, in 1941 and has stayed out of the public eye ever since. But when Freelance Journalist Frederick Sands requested an interview for the German weekly Bunte Illustrierte, Garbo unexpectedly agreed. As they walked around Garbo's apartment in Klosters, Switzerland, the star, 71, admitted: "I'm restless everywhere and can't stay put. I would like to live differently somewhere, if only I knew where I could go." On daily walks, she says, "I think about my life and the past. I've ruined my life, and it's too late to change it."

THIS IS THE MOMENT ALL JAPAN HAS BEEN WAITING FOR blazed the sign above Tokyo's Korakuen Stadium last week. In the third inning of a game between the Yomiuri Giants and the Yakult Swallows, First Baseman Sadaharu Oh, 37, blasted a low, inside pitch into the rightfield stands 377 ft. away. It was his 756th career home run--one more than the American major league record set in 1976 by Hank Aaron. Declared Oh, who was promptly named first holder of a National Hero Honors Order by the government: "I have finally put down an unbearable burden." Aaron hailed the slugger's achievement, cabling that "Japan has much to be proud of." (For another broken record, see SPORT.)

The hit man rushed through the audience, raised his arm and--splat! Prankster Aaron Kay, the man who once pasted Daniel Patrick Moynihan in the face with a cream pie, had struck again. This time the pie was apple crumb and the victim was New York City Mayor Abe Beame, who was participating in a mayoral forum at Manhattan's Cooper Union. Fortunately for Beame, the pie merely splattered his blue suit. The mayor shrugged off the caper with a quip: "I like the Big Apple, not apple pie."

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