People: May 24, 1963

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"Please—please, no more!" squealed Sweden's vivacious Princess Christina, 19, airborne 16 times as friends and classmates helped celebrate her graduation from the French School in Stockholm. Proud wit nesses to the traditional toss-up were Grandfather King Gustav, 80, bearing a bouquet and Mother Princess Sibylle, 55. Christina kissed them goodbye, jumped into a flame-red Chevy convertible to tour streets jammed with well-wishers, then whizzed along to a champagne party. The fun-loving princess—bound for Radcliffe next autumn—looked like a girl who would fit right in at Cambridge.

Ever-hopeful Philadelphia Lawyer Harold E. Stassen, 56, finally made it—he was unanimously elected to the presidency. Giving solid backing to the onetime Boy Governor of Minnesota (1938-45) were some 1,600,000 American Baptists who chose him president of their 1963-64 convention, meeting in Detroit.

A Swiss cheese on rye (no mustard) and one banana are his customary lunch, but world-famed Architect Walter Gropius settled for champagne and caviar when some 40 colleagues turned out to surprise him on his 80th birthday. Best surprise of all to the prolific former chairman of Harvard's department of architecture was the appearance of an old crony, Finnish Architect Hugo Alvar Aalto, 65. When the two men were through toasting each other, Gropius opened a letter notifying him of an honorary Ph.D. from the University of Berlin. "Isn't that nice?" he said. "And I don't have to go and give a speech—they're going to mail it to me."

Going Dutch with a tiny admirer, Governor George Romney, 55, enjoyed himself at the annual Tulip Festival in Holland, Michigan. Before the day ended, Romney was out there in costume scrubbing the streets—and his demonstration that a new broom sweeps clean must have pleased Republicans who see the Governor as presidential timber for 1964. Soon to come on Romney's busy schedule is a speechmaking date in Washington at the National Press Club, a favorite proving ground for potential candidates.

When she came in for a night landing Down Under, Aviatrix Betty Miller, 37, first woman to fly solo across the Pacific —7,400 miles from San Francisco to Brisbane, Australia—was met by 3,000 rooters singing For She's a Jolly Good Fellow. Now, after ferrying a twin-engined Piper Apache to its Australian buyer, the housewifely Santa Monican couldn't wait to board a Pan Am 707 jet and get home to her husband. Weatherwise, she admitted that she had bounced around a bit during the island-hopping twelve-day flight. And there was a tense moment when "one engine sort of hiccoughed. I was never lonely, though," said Betty, whose sole companion was a ragmopped plastic doll named Dammit. "When things go wrong, I just shout his name and feel better."