People, Aug. 13, 1973

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Cornelia Wallace, 34, the beautiful second wife of Alabama's Governor George Wallace, likes to drive fast, so fast, in fact, that she recently joked to a nonplussed Dick Cavett, they had to "put a governor on me." She has now approached the sound barrier as a passenger in an F-4 Phantom fighter belonging to the Alabama National Guard. Back on the ground at Montgomery's Dannelly Field, Cornelia announced, "I think we should have more women pilots, and I hope it will not be too long before we have a woman in the space program." Meanwhile, dressed as she was in an olive flight suit with the three stars of a lieutenant general on each shoulder, Cornelia outranked every man in sight.

Pert, occasionally impertinent Newswoman Sally Quinn, 32, this week begins squaring off against NBC's Barbara Walters each morning on CBS-TV. During rehearsals leading up to the debut, she was alternately laughing hysterically and feeling "frozen with terror." Sally shares an apartment with her longtime boy friend, Warren Hoge, city editor of the New York Post, but their schedules leave them few free hours together—she works from 1 a.m. till noon, he from 8:30 a.m. to 8:30 p.m. When Sally moved to Manhattan, her colleagues at the Washington Post, where she had been a reporter for four years, gave her a going-away present in keeping with her new status: a full-size door marked with a huge gold star. One fellow staffer scribbled a tongue-in-cheek reference to Sally's rise to instant fame: "Write if you get work."

They were back in Rome where it all started eleven years ago during the filming of Cleopatra. This time it was quits for Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. After a 17-day separation and brief reconciliation, the Burtons were filing for a "friendly" divorce in Switzerland, their legal residence. In spite of rumors about Peter Lawford, Warren Beatty and Helmut Berger, Liz denied that there were any other men involved. Richard was equally insistent that he had no new loves. Meanwhile, Liz began work on her new film The Driver's Seat. Her comment to those who tried to console her: "It takes one day to die—another to be born."

When Faye Dunaway and Warren Beatty thrashed to death as the gunfire of Texas Rangers sheriffs' deputies hit their car in the climactic scene of Bonnie and Clyde, audiences too were riveted to their seats in horror. Now Peter Simon II, 22, a casino owner from Jean, Nev., who saw the movie three times, has become the proud owner of the actual death car, a Ford V-8 sedan that Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow stole in 1934 from a farm in Topeka. (Barrow wrote Henry Ford I: "I drove Fords exclusively when I could get away with one. For sustained speed and freedom from trouble, the Ford has got every other car skinned." Its new owner plans to exhibit the sedan, still bloodstained and riddled with 160 bullet holes, at $2.50 a throw. For him it wasn't exactly a steal. He paid $175,000 for it at a Princeton, Mass., auction, making it the most expensive used car in history, dearer even than Adolf Hitler's Mercedes 770-K, which went to a Pennsylvania amusement-park owner for $153,000 last January.