Such Sweet Sorrow

Rita Hayworth, back from a summer in Europe, said she still meant to divorce Wonder Boy Orson Welles. But she did have a kind word for him. "Really," she explained charitably, "he's just like anyone else."

Tyrone Power, off to Africa to spread good will for Hollywood, reduced the New York Daily News to a jelly. He soared away, reported the tabloid, "leaving lovely Lana Turner behind with a heavy, lonely heart. . . . With tears in her eyes but smiling, Lana . . . planted a warm, lingering, farewell kiss. . . . Friends wonder how Lana . . . will stand it." Standing it all right was Actress Annabella, Tyrone's estranged wife.

Sued for divorce after 24 years: excitable, English-mangling Hollywood Producer-Director Gregory Ratoff. Actress Eugenie Leontovich charged him with cruelty & desertion.

Comedian Danny Kaye moved to a hotel, leaving behind wife Sylvia, who has spent most of his career writing his song lyrics and comedy routines. "A trial separation," the couple's business manager called it, "merely for a period of readjustment." Anyway, Comedian Kaye got a chic sendoff: smartchat Vogue appeared with an interpretive photograph of him, ringed with profound symbols (a piccolo, an umbrella, a plaster brain, a yoyo, a sand pail, a fiddle, a galosh, a pop bottle, a dead chicken, a milk bottle wearing a wig).

Ralph Bellamy, star of Broadway's State of the Union, also had a sunshine-&-shadows week. Hot Organist wife Ethel Smith had sued him for separation, charged that when she played the organ for guests he flew into a rage because she stole the spotlight. Bellamy's own complaint, in answer: though he was busy onstage nights till 11:20, she only gave him till 11:45 to get home, and if he missed the deadline she locked him out. Anyway, Actor Bellamy & highball crashed the Men of Distinction gallery.

Cinemactress Marie McDonald, whose much-publicized contours have made her better known as "The Body," was out a trousseau. (She was shortly going to marry for the second time.) It went up prematurely in flames, in a fire at her ranch.

Victor F. W. Cavendish-Bentinck, Britain's ex-Ambassador to Poland (and, just before that, Ambassador-designate to Brazil), was out a job. The far-ranging diplomat broke into the news last spring when his infidelities in Chile, London, and Athens came out at his wife's divorce trial. Last week he was in the news again: he was quietly dropped from the Foreign Service after 25 years.

The Old Gang

Kurt von Schuschnigg, 49, last Chancellor of Austria before Hitler moved in, arrived in Manhattan from Italy with wife Vera and six-year-old daughter Cissy, promptly headed for Brooklyn, declaring his hope to settle there. A visitor for two months last spring, he now returned, said he, as "a refugee, a displaced person." His plan for the future? "To live a quiet life."

Buster Keaton, heavy-lidded Great Stone Face of silent films, flew into Paris for a brief new career. The once-famed comedy star, pushing 51, faced a spell of circus clowning (at a reported $200 a day). His new task, to last a month: 14 minutes of sham dueling, twice a day, with the Cirque Medrano's bandleader. His other plans for the future? "None."

Baptist Minister John Franklyn Norris, of Detroit and Fort Worth, who once attracted wide attention, even in secular circles, by shooting to death an unarmed political enemy (he pleaded self-defense, won an acquittal), turned up at the Vatican. Norris read Pius XII a statement deploring Baptist protests against the friendly exchange of letters between the White House and the Vatican, later reported to the press a jolly conversation. He told the Pope, said he, that U.S. Baptists were really afraid the Pope might make a Roman Catholic out of Baptist Harry S. Truman. The Pope, said Norris, threw up his hands and laughed.

Quiet Zone

Hospitalized: Cinema Czar Eric A. Johnston, 50; for inflammation in the elbow joint; in Washington.

Sliced about the face: Roddy McDowall, 18, gangly cinemactor; in a head-on highway collision, near Santa Monica Beach.

Still trotting for his health: Ambassador Jefferson Caffery, 60; around the garden of his place in Paris. Caffery, rain or shine, was doing exactly 51 1/2 laps a day, dutifully carrying lead-weighted batons. Style note: he wore l.a.k.* shorts.

The Young Idea

In Manhattan, the late Wendell Willkie's 27-year-old son Philip had to talk like a politician while still studying law. He declared to the press that the reports from Indiana were absolutely not true--he was not a candidate for Congress. But he expressed "deep appreciation ... for the confidence . . . expressed in me."

In Southampton, L. I., Henry Ford II merrily turned 30 at the Meadow Club, with the assistance of home-town dinner-dance guests imported from Detroit by the planeload.

At Lake Success, L. I., Franklin D. Roosevelt Jr. & Wife Ethel du Pont (both in absentia) got firm tuts from a police court judge. In July they had been charged with racing each other in their cars; in August, they had got their cases postponed, twice. Now they failed to come to court. Declared the judge after a half-hour wait: if they didn't turn up next fortnight, he would really have to send a cop.

The Common Touch

The plump Empress Dowager Sadako of Japan, who used to be known as "the Mother of God," became a working woman of a sort. Her job, the first of her life: president of the Japan Silk Thread Association.

Son Hirohito and his Empress Nagako got snapped prematurely as the Empress patted her husband's hair back for the photographer. Result: the least divine (and most ecstatic) picture of him so far.

Norway's Crown Prince Olav and Crown Princess Martha flew into the U.S. for a visit and a little exploratory tinkering, at a Boston hospital, with the Crown Princess' troublesome back.

Carol of Rumania and his red-haired Madga Lupescu, who went through a provisional marriage ceremony last July when Magda appeared to be dying, decided to make it good & legal this week or maybe next. In Rio de Janeiro there would be a sort of Double Carrick B. knot: the first twist civil, the second Greek Orthodox.

Princess Elizabeth, whose country house burned and who would have no trousseau, had nice news for a change. Nanking sent a Foreign Office man into Kiangsi province to watch over the production of a good Chinese porcelain service for her.

*Little-above-the-knee.

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