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Oilman Jean Paul Getty, 64, not shirking his new fame as the wealthiest (at least $700 million) U.S. citizen, reviewed some recently accrued slings and arrows from his outrageous fortune as publicized by FORTUNE. At a private audience in London's Ritz Hotel, Getty told the New York Herald Tribune's Correspondent Art Buchwald: "The news about being the richest man in America came to me as a surprise. My bankers kept telling me for the last ten years that it was so, but I was hoping I wouldn't be found out. [Now] it looks like I'll have to change my name if I expect to get any peace." In Britain, for example, Getty has been forced to increase his tips (from 14-c- to 35-c-, and so on): "As the richest man in the U.S. [if] you give a man a shilling [14-c-], he'll talk about it for the rest of his life!" Explaining why oil and love don't mix, Getty, a veteran of five marriages, sourly aphorized: "A woman resents a man dedicated to his business. She, in fact, resents anything dedicated to anything but herself."

An elegant $750 wardrobe, hopefully tailored to camouflage the equatorial bulge of Nikita Khrushchev (42-47-44), was delivered to the Soviet embassy in Rome for forwarding to Moscow. Items: a double-breasted charcoal grey suit, a single-breasted brown suit (with a fine red stripe), two overcoats, two pairs of size 9 shoes (with pointed toes), three felt hats. Sighed Roman Tailor Angelo Litrico: "I did my best."

Morocco's touring King Mohammed V, eager to see all he could of the U.S. in 16 days, almost had reason to regret his wanderlust, so rapidly was he whisked hither and yon. At Disneyland, the King successfully took the throttle of the locomotive that draws a miniature 1890-style train around the park. While in Texas, Mohammed decided to summon his four daughters--Lalla Aisha, 27, (TIME, Nov. 11), Lalla Malika, 20, Lalla Nuzha, 17, and little Lalla Amina, 4--from Rabat, to share with them the last six days of his whirlwind visit. He sped on to San Francisco for two days, then hopped to Omaha, where he arrived in freezing weather, later was escorted all around the Strategic Air Command's headquarters, including a spelunking expedition through its vast underground communications center. Remarking that by now he was "awfully tired," Mohammed canceled a slated trip to Niagara Falls. At week's end, with "a little extra rest" to buoy him up for the rest of his schedule, the affable monarch returned to Manhattan for a reunion with his daughters, a jaunt up to West Point (where as chief of a state he granted a traditional amnesty to all cadets undergoing punishments), an evening at the Metropolitan Opera (Boheme), plus an invitation to tea with Eleanor Roosevelt and a good prospect of being awfully tired all over again before he gets back to sunny Morocco.

The royal chancellor of London University, Queen Mother Elizabeth, got a curtsy from the robed candidate before her, then draped upon her daughter, Princess Margaret, a scarlet hood, symbol of Margaret's new honorary doctor of music degree. A singer and pianist of sorts, the Princess is far more noted for her devotion to rock 'n' roll than to Rachmaninoff. Her marked preference for jazz did not pass unchallenged. Tagging Margaret a " 'Pop' Princess," London's gum-chewing Daily Mirror irreverently groused that the honor should have gone to "someone more vitally concerned with serious music," huffed that Margaret has not been known to show up at a classical concert in the past year, deplored Dr. Meg's Mus.D. as "the sort of thing which could be dropped if the court is to become up to date--and down to earth."

Soviet Novelist Vladimir Dudintsev, whose Not by Bread Alone (TIME, Oct. 21) marked the literary zenith of destalinization before it was roundly condemned by the bureaucrats it attacked, finally got around to confessing that the book was in error. His apologies were freely babbled, according to the daily Evening Moscow, at a recent palaver of the Soviet Writers Union, which had earlier criticized Dudintsev's inventor hero as a freethinker who thought negatively. Now convinced of the power of positive thinking, Crow Eater Dudintsev promised his colleagues that his next work will emanate a rosy Red glow. His extremely cooperative forecast: "Positive heroes will be warmly and lovingly portrayed!"

Screaming in at a speed considerably in excess of his flank-speed nickname, Admiral Arleigh ("31-Knot") Burke, Chief of Naval Operations, landed at Colorado Springs in a flashy A3D Skywarrior, the Navy's newest operational jet attack bomber. After inhaling the rarefied atmosphere of his native state (birthplace: a farm near Boulder), Burke breathed out a scorching indictment of a lazy U.S. Said he to Colorado Springs' Navy League: "There's only one thing wrong with our people--they've forgotten how to work. If you want to find out what you can accomplish with hard work, look at the West Germans! Those people are working!"

Interviewed at his Malibu home on the California seashore, oldtime Comic Stan Laurel, 67, and slowed considerably by a stroke that felled him in 1955, confessed that he cannot stomach the TV repeats of his aging comedies (made with his late partner Oliver Hardy, who died of a stroke's aftermath last August). Gloomed Laurel: "They're so cut up. We had to leave time between the gags for the audience to laugh. You don't need that spread on TV." But he is gladly willing to watch any other telecasts: "I've got to be where I can get TV. These nights of nothing to do can drive you crazy."

In Raleigh, N.C. Mrs. Ernest ("Buffie") Ives, sister of Adlai Stevenson, was elected to the highest office of the North Carolina Society for the Preservation of Antiquities. Hearing of President-elect Ives's victory, two-time Loser Stevenson wryly exclaimed: "Good! I'm glad somebody in the family made it!"

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