The Brimming Cup

Duke Poao Kahanamoku, longtime (1912-32) Olympic swimmer, celebrated his 60th birthday by paddling in the winning boat in two outrigger canoe races. Now in his eighth term as sheriff of Honolulu, the Duke also hinted that he might run for mayor on the Republican ticket this fall.

At 5:30 o'clock on the morning of her 70th birthday, Princess Wilhelmina, Queen of The Netherlands from 1898 to 1948, gathered together her paints and easel, silently left Het Loo palace to work on a half-finished landscape. Later in the day she joined Queen Juliana, Prince Bernhard and her four granddaughters for a quiet family party.

Between bouts with Russia's Jacob Malik, Chief U.S. Delegate to the U.N. Warren Austin hurried off to Burlington, Vt, put on the proper uniform (including a frayed shirt and striped galluses) for an inspection tour of his ripening apple orchard (see cut).

In San Antonio, Bataan's General Jonathan Wainwright (ret.), 67, was pleased to receive a check from Uncle Sam for $1,210 -- $1 for each day he spent in Japanese prison camps. Said Hero Wainwright: "I'll use it to pay my income tax with."

Hearing that a group of 300 young U.S. sightseers had been stranded in her bailiwick, U.S. Minister to Luxembourg Perle Mesta quickly opened a lunch counter at the U.S. legation, doled out free baked beans, ham sandwiches, apple pie and coffee. Said Hostess Mesta: "No American boy or girl is going to be hungry in Luxembourg if I can prevent it."

The Mixture As Before

With the rest of his 19-year sentence for collaboration wiped out by amnesties, ailing, angry-eyed ex-Field Marshal Rodolfo Graziani, 68, stepped out of Rome's Montecelios Military Hospital into a hail of newspaper invective. From his villa east of Rome, the white-maned old "Lion of Neghelli" retorted to a columnist who had attacked him in the daily Il Paese. "I spit on your face a thousand times," he wrote. "You are a disgusting coward and I am sure you are very dirty."

Bandleader-Composer Duke (Don't Get Around Much Any More) Ellington, 51, wired Manhattan's Daily Worker to protest the inclusion of his name in a list of "76 outstanding Negro leaders . . . spokesmen for millions . . . who signed the World Peace Appeal." Huffed the Duke: "I'm no spokesman for millions," and what's more, "I threw the guy out when he asked me to sign up."

When a young woman crashed her Mercury convertible smack-dab into his black limousine on Long Island's Grand Central Parkway, Elder Statesman Bernard Baruch, 80, calmly surveyed the wreckage, told her: "I hope your parents won't be too severe. Just tell them it was the other guy's fault."

Radio Moscow cried that the notorious spy, U.S. Supreme Court Justice William O. Douglas was back nosing around the mountains of Iran, "accompanied by a large group of guides, picked and trained by the American Intelligence ... In spite of his age, and he has already reached 50, Douglas has the effrontery to present himself as a mountain climber . . ."

Author-Warden Clinton T. (The San Quentin Story) Duffy suggested, in the New York Times Book Review, that crime sometimes pays: the prisoners "learn to talk at San Quentin. Our debating teams go against the colleges and usually win. Why do they? Well, I always say, they have more time for research."

For the Saturday Review of Literature, News Analyst Elmer Davis projected some of the effects of World War No. 9: "Stalin and Molotov are dead, but [Andrei] Vishinsky is getting rich out of his memoirs being published in several American newspapers--his theme being, of course, 'I Was Always Secretly a Menshevik.' " The Russian atom bomb meant for the Gary, Ind. steel mills "was dropped by grave mischance right on the Chicago Tribune Tower . . . Colonel Robert R. McCormick, warned in time, was safe in his underground shelter; but he emerged too soon, in confidence that no European radiations could harm the hero of Cantigny, and disintegrated within two weeks."

The Beautiful People

After standing up a brace of detectives who arrived at her Southampton, L.I. hotel much too early in the morning, Hedy (Ecstasy) Lamarr, 35, finally slipped into some white sharkskin shorts and a white terry-cloth jacket (see cut), to discuss her $250,000 worth of jewelry (none of it insured) which had somehow got lost or stolen. The gems, she drawled, had "great sentimental value."

Along with her name, Her Royal Highness Princess Anne Elizabeth Alice Louise of Edinburgh, three-week-old second-born of Britain's Princess Elizabeth, acquired an identity card, a ration book, a bottle of orange juice and a bottle of cod-liver oil, duly presented by officials from the Westminster food office. Next day, Anne had her first outing, a tour around the garden at Clarence House in a black baby carriage, a hand-me-down from her brother, 22-month-old Prince Charles.

"He's just plain nice and not a bit like the boys back home," decided Missouri's blonde, well-curved "Mimi" Medart, 16, after meeting Egypt's rolypoly King Farouk. Mimi, daughter of onetime Cinemactress Donal Blossom and St. Louis Restaurateur William Medart, first caught the monarch's roving eye in the casino at Deauville. Next day, the two had a chat on the beach, which Farouk followed with a kingly bouquet of flowers. Asked by reporters if she would like to marry royalty, Mimi burbled, "Sure, if I loved him. Aren't Rita and Aly Khan happy? King Farouk is as charming as Aly... However, he only kissed my hand once."

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