Day after his retirement from office, Maryland's fat former Governor, Republican Harry Whinna Nice, gloatingly sent to his successor, Democrat Herbert O'Conor, a package of headache powders.

Back to Manhattan from the Pan-American Conference at Lima (TIME, Nov. 21, et seq.), where she was a U. S. delegate, went plump, soft-voiced Florence Kathryn Lewis, 27, daughter of John L. Lewis. Asked why she had quit Bryn Mawr to work for her father, she replied: "It wasn't so much a question of wanting to work with father, but of getting into the movement. . . . I've been arguing with him ever since I was two years old."

Publisher Bernarr Macfadden, who gained fame and fortune publishing such magazines as True Story, Physical Culture, Liberty, last week produced something new: a religious monthly, Your Faith. He urged readers: "Rise out of the mire and muck of that which is base and contemptible. Climb on the bandwagon loaded with kindliness and friendliness. The brotherhood of man then smiles at you from earnest, honest eyes."

As hefty, two-fisted* Author Ernest Hemingway sat in a swank Manhattan nightspot, one Eddie Chapman, broker, sneered: "So you're Hemingway? . . , Tough guy, huh?" and pushed him in the face. Said a friend at Hemingway's table: "Swat him but don't draw blood." Hemingway swatted.

Pianists Josef and Rosina Lhevinne gave a gala concert at Manhattan's Carnegie Hall, commemorating their marriage as well as their joint debut 40 years ago. The smooth length of their married life (rare for virtuosos) Mrs. Lhevinne credited to: 1) frequent separations; 2) occasional quarrels; 3) mutual understanding.

Officials of British Broadcasting Corp. spent hours telephoning everyone in the London telephone directory named Duck. Their hope: to discover someone with a son called Donald, to act the part of Donald Duck.

Dance Director LeRoy Prinz complained bitterly to the Screen Actors' Guild that Producer Earl Carroll, who fortnight ago opened the most elaborate cabaret-theatre-restaurant on the West Coast (TIME, Jan. 9), was violating the Wagner Labor Relations Act. Said he: "Carroll is trying to corner all the legs in Hollywood--the legs that we have trained."

U. S. hatters, who consider twelve hats exactly the right number for the well-dressed man, picked the U. S.'s twelve best-hatted* men: Marshall Field III, Jack Dempsey, Herbert Bayard Swope, Adolphus Busch III, Grover Aloysius Whalen, Robert Cobb, Frank Michler Chapman Jr., William Gaxton, Bing Crosby, Tyrone Power Jr., Fred Astaire, James Melton.

Arriving in Manhattan after six weeks in Hollywood "for me 'olidays," blonde, blowzy British Comedienne Grade Fields whistled, whooped, kicked her legs in the air, dunked doughnuts obligingly for photographers, said: "I've got a lot of funny noises. I'm a bit nuts, but don't tell anybody."

Indicted at Hanover Courthouse, Va. as a hit-&-runner, ex-Ambassador (to Germany) William E. Dodd pleaded innocence, said he didn't know his car struck and injured 4-year-old Negro Gloria Grimes.

When Joseph Braddock, 76, father of ex-Heavyweight Champion James J. Braddock, applied for relief in North Bergen, N. J., Boxer Braddock was chagrined. Said he: "He knows he can count on me."

At a private dinner party in a Berlin restaurant, Boxer Max Schmeling, whose lissome cinemactress-wife, Anny Ondra, is a good friend of German Cinemactress Lida Baarova (TIME, Jan. 9), was said to have remarked: "It's a lucky thing for Dr. Goebbels he never tried to play with Anny, because I'd have broken his neck." Promptly Schmeling was picked up for questioning, put under "protective arrest."

Arriving in Manhattan aboard the Italian liner Rex, British Novelist William Somerset Maugham disclosed that he had come not to see The Beachcomber, cinema version of his story, The Vessel of Wrath, but to have his back rubbed by experts.* Said he: "I don't go to see my own dramatizations on the screen if I can help it. I saw one [Secret Agent] on the boat. I'd never have recognized it."

Moved to tears by a cinema showing poverty in the Paris slums, Negro Dancer Josephine Baker hired two trucks, had them loaded with tripe, pigs' feet, potatoes, bread, toys, sacks of coal, rode out to a Parisian workmen's suburb, heaved out her gifts with gusto to the amazed white natives.

John Barrymore's 7 1/2-acre Beverly Hills estate, which he recently called "that Chinese tenement," cost $448,000, comprises two main residences, two garages, swimming pools, tennis courts, dog kennels, a bowling green. Planning to return to Manhattan and the stage, he put it up at auction last week to be sold intact. There was no bid.

When hefty Queen Wilhelmina of The Netherlands tried to launch the 20,000-ton liner Oranje at Amsterdam last September, the hefty ship stuck on the ways. Last week at Flushing the Queen christened a new liner, Koningin Emma. The hefty Koningin Emma, too, refused to budge.

Mrs. Sidney Jennings Legendre, socialite but fearless big-game hunter, returned to the U. S. from an expedition to Iran. Said she: "Don't speak of ferocious animals. They are only ferocious when you make them ferocious. ... I never saw an animal I was afraid of."

* In 1937 Author Hemingway grappled with Author Max Eastman because Eastman characterized his style of writing as "wearing false hair on the chest."

* In the annual poll of Paris dressmakers last month for the world's ten best-dressed women, Mme Antenor Patino (daughter-in-law of Tin Tycoon Simon Patino, Bolivian Minister to France and one of the world's five richest men) took the Duchess of Windsor's place as No. 1. Reason: " Mme Patino's clothes show "greater simplicity.

* He injured it in an automobile accident in France last September.

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