People: Roses All the Way

At Michigan’s Huron Mountain Club, where they have been reading, picnicking and canoeing for the last month, Mr. & Mrs. George Catlett Marshall posed for one of the few informal pictures taken of them (see cut) since the old warrior stepped down as Secretary of State in January 1949.

At the half during the semi-final match for the West Sussex Polo Cup, the Royal Navy’s Admiral Earl Mountbatten and his nephew Prince Philip took time out to chat with Countess Mountbatten (see cut). Final score: Beechwood 3½, Royal Navy 1, with Philip scoring the navy’s one & only goal.

Back in Hollywood after wowing ’em at the Palladium, Frankie Sinatra had some good words to say for Prince Philip’s sister-in-law, Princess Margaret, whom he met at a London garden party (TIME, July 24). “She’s just as ‘hep’ as any American girl,” the crooner crooned. “She’d be a smash if she came to this country. She’d be the best Ambassador England ever had.”

With elephantine grace, Egypt’s corpulent King Farouk waddled through another week of festivities at the French seaside resort of Deauville. He played baccarat, attended the races, acted as judge of a bathing beauty contest, downed quantities of frogs’ legs and lobster, received two Egyptian Channel swimmers (see SPORT), and smilingly suffered a Parisian nightclub songstress to clip off his black tie when he would not rise and follow her to the dance floor. Across the Channel, the British press cocked a scornful eye at the goings-on. “Never,” sniffed the London Daily Mirror, “have modesty and anonymity so ruthlessly been done to death. Never have solitude and dignity been so cruelly scrubbed out.”

Inside Sources

“Nightclubs, I hate ’em,” grumped Humphrey (“Bogey”) Bogart, who hasn’t been kicked out of one since last September, when his stuffed giant panda got into a tug-o’-war with a brunette in Manhattan’s El Morocco (TIME, Oct. 10). “The trouble with them is that you see the same old tired faces, the same drunks and the same dames.”

Answering a reader who asked if John Roosevelt, 34, president of Lee Pharmacal Co., Inc., isn’t a Republican, Eleanor Roosevelt wrote in McCall’s that he “is one of the members of our family who has no interest whatever in politics … I notice, however, that [he] . . . has taken considerable interest in his brother James’s campaign for the nomination for governor of California … so he is at least interested in one Democrat!”

“It’s much more harmonious here today, from an architectural standpoint,” decided Sir Laurence Olivier, after absenting himself from Hollywood a while. “In 1930, it made me dizzy to find an Arab mosque looking unflinchingly at an English abbey.”

U.S. Ambassador Lewis Douglas beamingly accepted an LL.D. from Edinburgh University, pleasantly surprised the onlookers by revealing just how Scottish he is. His great-grandfather learned medicine and surgery in Edinburgh, said Douglas, and “here my grandfather was twice a student in your university, and met not far from here the gentle lady who was to be my grandmother.”

“The world today cannot keep a happy equilibrium with my gossip and the atom bomb,” announced Veteran Telltale Elsa Maxwell, who had decided to give up her column for good. “What is gossip after all but unkind things said, usually not even based on fact or the truth? I can’t add all that trouble to those that already exist, so I have taken up my music [she used to play the violin], my best old, old friends and the quiet peace of quiet living.”

A Sea of Trouble

Shirley May France, 18, decided that her “slave-driving father” was just as tough to take as the English Channel, upped & left her home in Somerset, Mass. to move in with her swimming coach, Harry Boudikian, 35, and his wife Elsie. When father France threatened to go to court to get her back, she went to stay with some school chums in Fall River, but assured the press that she was through with swimming forever: “From now on, my favorite sport is softball.”

After Communist-hunting Senator Joseph McCarthy failed to pay a state income tax for the fourth year in a row, the Wisconsin tax commission asked him to prove that his deductions exceeded his income of $66,938 for the period.

Italy’s No. 1 Red Palmiro Togliatti, who barely escaped death in 1948 when a Sicilian gunman pumped three bullets into him, was severely injured when the driver of his fast-moving grey Aprilia sedan swerved to avoid a fruit truck, crashed into an embankment and overturned twice.

Nabbed for speeding along a Connecticut highway at 70 miles an hour: radio’s Superman, Michael Fitzmorris.

Bandless and jobless, Mohammedanized Trumpet Player Dizzy Gillespie, high priest of polyphonic jazz, was forced to admit to Down Beat that bop was done for: “Everybody wants you to play what they call dance music. What they mean is that ticky-ticky-tick stuff.”

Women at Work

Clara (The “It” Girl) Bow, forty-five-ish, auburn-haired epitome of flaming youth in the roaring ’20s ,whose truckload of boy friends included an Hungarian, an Italian, an Indian and young Gary Cooper, was still threatening to write her memoirs.

But, she said, “I don’t want [the book] to be a sort of amber in color—you know, Forever Amber—I want to say something pleasant about people and if I can’t, I just want to leave them out. Naturally, I’ll talk about my mother, who died when I was twelve. It was A Tree Grows in Brooklyn sort of thing. It has lots of other highlights: it’ll take in the trial—you know, this Daisy [De Boe] trial. Well, she was my secretary and she blackmailed me … It won’t be a sob story either . . . It’ll be sort of a helpful story to girls who want to try for pictures and are very poor . . .”

Violet Attlee, 53, comely, dynamic wife of Great Britain’s Clem, enrolled for training in the ambulance section of London County’s civil defense corps.

Over the protests of the neighbors, Tobacco Heiress Doris Duke, 37, got the go-ahead signal from Hillsborough Township to build a perfumed piggery housing some 3,000 corn-fed porkers on her 2,300-acre New Jersey estate.

Ruth Chatterton, 56, long one of the top actresses of stage & screen, more recently a woman of letters (Homeward Borne), thought she was just hitting her stride. “I can’t wait to tackle a play,” she told the New York Times. “And I’ve got an idea for a book, and we’ll get at that, too.”

Manhattan’s Station WNBC was looking for a sponsor for its new World Series commentator: Broadway’s tumultuous Tallulah Bankhead. “It will cost somebody $25,000 to get me on the air,” said the New York Giants’ No. 1 fan, “but if the Giants win, I’ll do the show for nothing.”