People: Nov. 3, 1961

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Between relentless red-dogs on the field and yapping jackals in the stands, 14 lacerating seasons in the National Football League had made a philosopher of the New York Giants' golden-armed Quarterback Charlie Conerly, 40. Congratulated on a brilliant performance against the Los Angeles Rams that temporarily silenced armchair coaches who argue that he should be benched because of his age, Conerly thoughtfully observed: "When you win, you're an old pro. When you lose, you're an old man."

For the "epic force" with which he plumbed "the depths of the tortured South Slavic soul," Yugoslavia's Ivo Andric, 69, won the Nobel Prize for literature. The second author-diplomat tapped in two years (1960 recipient: French Poet St. John Perse) and the first of his countrymen ever honored by the Swedish Academy, the unassuming, owlish-looking Serb was Yugoslav minister to Berlin when the Nazis invaded his country in 1941. Abandoning public life, he settled down to write a sweeping Bosnian trilogy, completed The Bridge on the Drina, a history-haunted hymn to his native land, while it was still under Nazi occupation. A onetime president of Yugoslavia's Communist Federation of Writers but never a party member, Andric (pronounced Ahndreach) celebrated his Nobel award with a slivovitz toast to Sweden, hoped despite his frail health to make the trip to Stockholm next month to accept the $48,300 prize.

After conveying Caroline and John Jr. home to the White House from four months of rustication at Hyannisport and Newport, Jacqueline Kennedy hustled over to the Capitol's National Guard Armory (where she was to present the new Presidential Challenge Cup) only to find that Washington's 1961 International Horse Show had already been stolen by her sister-in-law, Ethel Skakel Kennedy, 32. Fifteen years and seven babies beyond the days when she was the scourge of the equestrian East, the dark-eyed, dervish-like wife of the Attorney General had at the last minute daringly borrowed riding ensemble and steed to enter the conformation hunters competition. But after skimming seven barriers with surprisingly unrusty gait, she clipped the top pole of the next one, saw her outsized derby sail across the ring and finished out of the money. "Ethel," reassured her black-tied Husband Bobby, as five of their offspring giggled and fidgeted underfoot, "you did fine."

After a jampacked workday that saw him in his office at 7:30 a.m., President Kennedy's personal representative in Berlin, retired Army General Lucius Clay, got away from it all at the German premiere of My Fair Lady, where he seized the opportunity for an intermission tete-a-tete with velvet-clad Ingrid Bergman, whose impresario husband, Lars Schmidt, was the show's producer. Topic of discussion between Ingrid (whose gown Mrs. Clay described as "a Grecian toga cut") and Clay: "only the show," which left German critics digging for superlatives last lavished on the works of Goethe.