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A consistent winner on the playing fields of Hollywood, where he dazzled Zsa Zsa Gabor, Kim Novak and Joan Collins with chinchilla, Mercedes-Benz convertibles and diamond bracelets, Lieut. General Rafael ("Ramfis") Trujillo Jr., 29, lost a somewhat less entrancing war in Kansas. From the U.S. Army Command and General Staff College at Fort Leavenworth, which Ramfis attended in between nightclub-commando exercises, came the word: the young general "did not successfully complete the course." Lest Ramfis lose himself in remorse, kindly Uncle Hector Trujillo, figurehead President of the Dominican Republic, provided a nice nongraduation present: appointment to the newly created post of Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the country's armed forces.

Never too busy to slip a verbal dirk into some offending slab of Americana, TV Playwright Paddy Chayefsky bared his latest bodkin in London: "I don't know what Hollywood stands for, but if it stands for current values I am dead against it. American values are all wrong --the pursuit of security and comfort, with everyone plugging away to be as ordinary as possible. It's like Rome. I can hear the clanking of the barbarians at the gates."

Held up by Middlesex traffic while driving Princess Anne to Windsor Great Park, bandanna-topped Queen Elizabeth II checked her right of way like any Levittown housewife meeting the 5:12, later dressed up in jeweled finery to catch the looth anniversary concert of the

Royal Opera House (TIME, June 16), featuring a full-throated aria (from Bellini's I Puritani) by temper-tossing Diva Maria Callas. Said the Queen to Maria: "What a magnificent performance!"

Home for a festive Iowa wingding was Composer Meredith (The Music Man) Willson, who jovially greeted some 20,000 of the Mason City homefolks, grabbed a baton and proudly led a 208-piece band (with, naturally, 76 trombones and no cornets) down the main street, later uncorked lus ire at rock 'n' roll: "It's a plague as far-reaching as any plague we've aver had. My preoccupation with this creeping paralysis is not with the lascivious quality, the suggestive dancing that goes with it. This is bad, and it's been condemned before. My complaint is that it just isn't music. It's utter garbage. This music stupefies these kids. All they have to do to dance is shake up and down."

In a Nicosia hospital was fledgling writer and Royal Horse Guards Subaltern Auberon Alexander Waugh, 18, eldest son of pawky Satirist Evelyn Waugh (who like son served with the famed "Blues," during World War II), after being wounded in a shooting accident following antiriot operations in troubled Cyprus.

With an ear on the flap over all-conquering Pianist Van Cliburn, Russian-born Violinist Mischa Elman, 67, who has a gaggle of honors from his youth, warned graduates of Philadelphia's Combs College of Music: "Contests have their place in things like athletics, which are judged objectively, but in music it is not the single performance that makes a champion; it is the sustained consistency in performance quality that is the important, the telling factor--and that only time can determine." Cliburn, meanwhile, kept up his wowing ways in Great Britain, where, after a word tussle with London airport officials over his working permit, he scored neatly with a concert in the Royal Albert Hall, mooned to his audience: "I am an unabashed romantic."

In a braw Commons debate on disarmament with bluff-browed Laborite Aneurin Bevan, Defense Minister Duncan Sandys, himself the bairn of a Cameron mother, piped up for the costume of his hardy northern kinsmen. Swedish scientists, he told the House, have found that the "unnatural heat" caused by wearing trousers could effect up to 1,000 times more genetic damage to men than radiation. "They conclude." added Sassenach-bred Sandys, "by recommending the general adoption of the Scottish kilt."

Perky of eye and light of foot was Yvonne de Gaulle, the seldom-photographed, never political wife of General Charles de Gaulle, off on a shopping tour from their Paris residence in the Hotel de Matignon. Quiet, self-effacing

Yvonne, daughter of a Calais biscuit-maker, has helped the general get his meals on time (lunch at 1, dinner at 8:30), at week's end sneaked home with him to Colombey-les-Deux-Eglises, where they attended church, walked together along familiar country roads.

With the help of hindsight, successful Dictator Francisco Franco probed the failure of unsuccessful Dictator Adolf Hitler: "Hitler was an affected man. He lacked naturalness. Hitler had the soul of a gambler, and furthermore, he totally lacked knowledge of the psychology of peoples. He never understood anything about the soul of the English. He had not prepared, either completely or logically, his war. Germany had been carefully prepared, but only for a short war--not a long one."

At last resolving his boyhood bafflement, Cinemogul Cecil B. (The Ten Commandments) DeMille, a veteran purveyor of history as it should have been --with color, wide screen and brigades of extras--helped out New York City on a problem of medium-high learning. Donated by DeMille: four plaques, to be placed at the foot of Cleopatra's Needle, the 3,500-year-old Egyptian obelisk in Central Park, with a translation of the monument's hieroglyphics. For the occasion, DeMille recalled his urchin days in the wilds of the big city: "As a boy, I used to look upon the hieroglyphics as so many wonderful pictures. I saw my first lion and tiger in the Central Park Zoo. I used to play ball in Times Square with my brother. Every 15 minutes or so we'd stop as the horse cars clanged by."

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