People: Jun. 3, 1966

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The swamp gas might have been particularly thick around Manhattan that day. Knut Hammarskjöld, 44, director general of the International Air Transport Association, was conjuring up otherworldly aircraft at a meeting of the Aviation Space Writers Association. "I must make a confession," said Knut, whose Uncle Dag Hammarskjold was rather a mystic before him. "I believe in those Unidentified Flying Objects. Is it really unlikely that there exist civilizations outside our planet which are more developed, both technically and mentally, than we are? Are these space neighbors of ours getting more interested in what we are doing as our own technical abilities develop?"

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Long gone are the days when the Radio Priest called Franklin Delano Roosevelt "the great liar and betrayer," when he joined with Huey Long's third-party movement and loudly boomed his weekly antiwar message across the country from Detroit's Station WJR. On the eve of the 50th anniversary of his ordination to the priesthood, Father Charles Coughlin, 74, silenced by Edward Cardinal Mooney in 1940 at F.D.R.'s behest, held a press conference at his rectory in Royal Oak, Mich., and allowed: "I understand more about charity than I did 40 years ago. Who am I to throw stones? Now it is to me simply: my President, right or wrong."

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Normally, when someone opens his mouth and throws up his arms in London's Hyde Park, he is cranking up a harangue on Marx, the Scriptures, or the empire's twilight. Comedienne Lucille Ball, 54, could probably have done the crackpot bit as well as anyone, though, as it happened, she was just spreading her wings in the fresh spring air before going back to shooting a TV special called "Lucy Goes to London." The show won't be quite as racy as 1963's "Elizabeth Taylor in London," but Lucy swings well enough herself in such gear locations as Carnaby Street and Belgravia. In one sequence shot on the Thames, she swung so much that she capsized a rowboat and wound up sputtering in the chilly river.

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A very minor poet for Paris' L'Express once raved: "What a lovely face, what carnal splendor, what a future!" Since those anapaests were hatched, the lass from Tunis, Actress Claudia Cardinale, 28, has taken her splendors to Hollywood, where not long ago she finished a farce with Rock Hudson called Blindfold. Everyone's eyes were wide open in Manhattan, when Claudia arrived to flack for the picture and offer learned comments right from the bosom. "It's not the only thing any more," she demurely told Broadway Gossip Earl Wilson. "You used to look only at the bosom. Now you look at the legs, the body, the whole girl!"

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