SEATED at her desktop computer in her vast bedroom, sapphire-studded editor's visor propped, tiara-wise, among the face-lift tucks on her venerable brow, Mrs. Belva Standish is trying to compose the society page for tomorrow's paper.

After inserting the obligatory ad for Coventry's Exclusive Tennis Club, she realizes that she has absolutely nothing to report. Just in time, this very suggestive commercial comes on her fabulously huge mahogany cabinet television.