JOE DiMAGGIO didn't like it when Marilyn Monroe stood over the airshaft in New York and photographers snapped her with her skirt billowing up over her panties.
Sen. John Warner is going to like it even less when he sees the photo of him and his wife that has been running in papers in England and Germany and other parts of Europe.
Elizabeth Taylor and her husband were snapped by a free-lance photographer, coming out of a hotel in Gstaad, Switzerland, over the holidays.
The wind had whipped open Mrs. Warner's wraparound skirt. She was apparently wearing nothing underneath but pantyhose, said David Burke, editor of "Bildzeitung," and a different part of her anatomy seemed to be exposed than had been previously viewed by readers of Playboy magazine in 1963, when those bare behind pictures were sneaked on the set of "Cleopatra."
The picture ran on Jan. 2, in Germany's "Bildzeitung," the pictorial newspaper. They bought it, Burke said, from The London Daily Mail, which had run it a week earlier and owns the worldwide syndication rights.
Bill Kling, Sen. Warner's press secretary, said Friday afternoon that he didn't know if the senator knew about the photo, but that the senator couldn't be reached. "This is the first that I've heard of it," King said, "but the senator is out of pocket for the weekend."
The Smithsonian Institution has a policy against allowing moviemakers from Hollywood to film there.
So the producers of "First Monday in October" got the same turndown as everyone else in the past.
But Walter Matthau, the star of the movie, is a poker-playing buddy of Bob Strauss, one Carterite who has maintained his clout in this town despite what happened to him on the first Tuesday in November.
A call to Strauss opened the Smithsonian's doors to the movie makers on the first Wednesday in January.
When rock star Rod Stewart got married, Tina Sinatra had Beverly Hills' toniest leather designer and book binder encase the nuptial photos in pale hyacinth suede album lined in hyacinth silk.
When Frank Sinatra celebrated his now-famous 65th birthday last month, one of his gifts was a tri-fold burgundy leather music binder lined in burgundy suede from the same source.
Dinah Shore had Burt Reynolds' scripts bound in black leather with black fringed page markers.
Suzanne Somers has commissioned a whole library of $300 apiece leatherbound scrapbooks that are expected to take a year to compile to show off her mountain of clippings.
And when Nancy Reagan moves into the White House later this month, the entire social history of all the parties, public and private, will be recorded by a calligrapher into two sets of volumes bound in either brown or burgundy leather and embellished with a brass presidential seal.
The books will be a gift from the Reagans' friends, steel magnate Earle Jorgensen and his wife.
The sets, one of which is intended for the Reagan presidential library and the other for Mrs. Reagan's personal memorabilia, are being designed by Alicia Kempner, whose custom suede and leather goods are sold through stores like Neiman-Marcus and Shaxted's, the expensive linens store in Beverly Hills.
Kempner, the wife of a retired stockbroker, makes exquisite items such as snakeskin address books and French tapestry desk sets and brass and pewter-trimmed telephone directory book covers for the very rich and the very celebrated.
She hasn't been in business long, but business is booming, despite the economy.
The books for Mrs. Reagan are being coordinated with her White House design consultant, Ted Graber. Each volume, with hand-lettered pages, will detail who attended, what food and wines were served, what the First Lady wore, a description of flowers, table settings, entertainment, along with a table diagram showing were each guest sat.
It's too soon to know what it will all cost.
Ronald Reagan's first meal as president was taste-tested in advance.
He was originally supposed to eat chicken breast stuffed with walnut dressing at the Congressional Luncheon on January 20. But a group of taste-testers, including Sen. Mark Hatfield and his wife, Antoinette, thought the dish was too heavy.
Mrs. Hatfield remembered a chicken piquante she had eaten at the Jefferson Hotel and called chef Paul Woods for the recipe.