James Bond movies are known for racy scenes, but the sexiest part of For Your Eyes Only may very well be the advertising poster. It is standard Bondage: a cheeky shot of a woman dangling a crossbow in her hand while Roger Moore, as 007, aims a pistol between her calipered legs. While Boston did not go so far as to ban the poster, the editorial Bowdlers at the Globe and the Los Angeles Times deemed the poster suitable for their eyes only and demurely cropped out everything just above the knee. At the Pittsburgh Press, editors actually put a pair of shorts on the leggy lady. Amidst the furor, three models who had posed for the poster went out on their limbs claiming fame. Photographer Morgan Kane ended all speculation with the announcement that the legwork was the product of Joyce Bartle, 22, a native New Yorker. "I was embarrassed that I had to prove that the legs were mine," says Bartle. "You know your own legs when you see them." After all, the Wilhelmina model has filled stockings for Hanes, L'Eggs and Givenchy. Bartle scarcely minds all the controversy. Says she: "This will give me a leg up on my competitors."

When his father lived in the White House, publicity-shy Steve Ford preferred to make his home on the range and his living by rodeo riding. But the silver screen beckoned a couple of years ago, and Ford got a chance to saddle up with Rod Steiger as a U.S. deputy marshal in a western movie called Cattle Annie and Little Britches. Now Ford, 25, has signed on full time for a CBS daytime soap, The Young and the Restless. This time he plays a nightclub bartender who woos a stripper, played by comely Melody Thomas. Says Ford: "Melody and I did some pretty steamy love scenes last week. I told Mom I might not give her the air dates for those particular scenes." Not to worry. Former First Lady Betty Ford remains unruffled; last year she gave her unflagging support to Steve during a paternity case that was eventually settled out of court. CBS can count on former President Gerald Ford to up his audience.

Notes Steve: "Dad always watches me and makes sure he's not playing golf when I'm on."

It was a real cool climax to the Kool Jazz Festival at New York's Lincoln Center when none other than the reclusive Miles Davis horned in. Davis, 55, one of the all time great trumpeters, emerged from a five-year hibernation to blow a blend of rock and jazz, captivating an S.R.O. crowd that had paid $25 for orchestra seats. Some things never change. Davis was typically late, so the organizers told his fans to get a drink while they waited. No sooner were the customers out of the building than Davis bopped onstage and started to play, triggering a stampede back to the seats. Although he gave his fans a wave, Davis sometimes played with his back to the audience. After the last note, the crowd booed, but not out of anger. They simply wanted more Mileage for their money.

Astronaut Alan Bean, 49,

who walked on the moon in 1969, is no has-Bean. Even though he retired last month from NASA, Bean still ranks as a man of the moon. His self-appointed mission: to paint lunar landscapes. A 20-year dabbler who once imitated the apples and oranges of his favorite painters, Cezanne and Degas, Bean switched three years ago to moonscapes. His works, featuring black sky, gray ground and American lunar craft are a spacy combination of impressionism and realism. So far, he has finished six such oils and plans a show for next year. Snaps Bean: "I want to be known as the definitive Apollo painter."

From the bidigital look of things, his typing speed may fall short of Competitors Ann Landers and Dear Abby, but make no mistake about it, Representative Claude Pepper, 80, is really keyed up over his new advice column, syndicated to some 700 newspapers. Since he is also chairman of the House Select Committee on Aging, Congressman Pepper's "Lonely Heart's Club" banter will deal with the concerns of the elderly. But like any columnist worth his salt, Pepper will spice up matters with advice to the lovelorn. Asked one reader: "I am 74 years old, a widower, and am seriously considering marriage to a woman who is 68. We are curious to know whether a lot of people our age get married." His reply: "They sure do. In ,1977, there were 21,180 brides and 38,820 grooms over 65. For 90% of these, it was the second marriage." Taking note of

Muriel Humphrey's decision to wed High School Friend Max Brown (both over 65), Pepper nodded cheerful approval.

Concluded he: "Good luck to them. Good luck to you." For now at least, Pepper shakes off any notions of retiring to devote his full energies to his new vocation. Says he: "I contemplated retiring, and I sort of tentatively fixed a date--the year 2000."

Everybody seems to be buying a gun for self-protection, even some convicted criminals. Consider the case of E. Howard Hunt, 62, who served 33 months in federal prisons, was fined $10,000 for his role in the 1972 Watergate break-in at Democratic National Headquarters, and is now living in Miami Shores, Fla. As a felon, Hunt is barred by law from owning a firearm. The former CIA agent appealed last April to state authorities, telling them he wanted a shotgun to carry on a family tradition --hunting. Last week, the writer and sometime lecturer also declared that he needed a gun to protect his home. Pleaded Hunt: "All of my neighbors are armed. Everyone I know is armed." Before making an exception to the gun-ownership law, Governor Robert Graham had to know if a firearm had been involved in his crime.

Hunt disarmingly assured him that his conviction was not for burglary but merely for conspiracy to intercept telephone conversations. The Florida cabinet decided to show him clemency, and the Hunting license was granted.

For 24 years he was called "Father," but never just "Dad." Last week the Rev.

George Clements, 49, pastor of Holy Angels Roman Catholic Church on Chicago's South Side, formally adopted Joey, 13, a boy abandoned since infancy. The move has been in the making since last November when Clements tried in vain to get his parishioners to take in black children, whose adoption rate lags behind that of whites. The priest, an activist who once served as a Black Panthers chaplain, went before his congregation one Sunday and announced from the altar: "All right, if you won't adopt, then I will." Though the Catholic archdiocese was cool to the proposed addition to Clements' flock, it eventually admitted that there was nothing in the church's code of canon law to prevent adoption. Says Joey, happy to move from the orphanage to the rectory, "I'm less independent now, and I think I like that."

Al Fury, 56, was standing outside the Washington Hilton, where he works as director of security. It was a drizzly March afternoon, and President Ronald Reagan was on his way to the hotel to give a speech. Fury, his eye out for potential troublemakers, spotted a heckler he knew in the crowd and quickly snapped him with his Olympus camera. Unfortunately, when the film was developed, the heckler was nowhere in sight. He had ducked behind the group of President watchers. But Fury did discover someone more intriguing: President-Stalker John W. Hinckley. In the midst of a group of smiling people waiting to see the President, Hinckley (see arrow) looked worried and anxious. The photo, taken an hour before Hinckley's assassination attempt, has nested in FBI files for three months. It was shown to a grand jury, which has not yet handed down an indictment of Hinckley. This week Fury unveils the photo to the public for the first time.

A. Bartlett Giamatti, 43, lovable but rumpled president of Yale, comparing himself with dapper Predecessor Kingman Brewster: "I don't have his beautiful suits, but I wouldn't look good in them."

Jack Valenti, 59, president of the Motion Picture Association of America, on why Third World countries do not produce films: "You cannot by edict, bayonet or nuclear threat force somebody to make a good movie."

Pasquale Di Fabrizio, Hollywood's longtime "bootmaker to the stars," reflecting on a pair of boots he once made for then Actor Ronald Reagan: "I recall telling him that those boots would take him anywhere he wanted to go. Look at how right I was."

Vic Ziegel, sportswriter, on how the baseball players' strike has altered his daily routine: "I walk the dog a lot. The only trouble with that is, whenever he scratches behind his left ear, I feel I ought to bunt."

Garry Trudeau, cartoonist, on keeping out of the public eye: "I've been trying for some time now to develop a life-style that doesn't require my presence."

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