In Brooklyn, N. Y., Claude Joseph ("Brad") Bradley, cement salesman whose friends recently celebrated his approaching death with a bang-up party (TIME, July 31), still had cancer of the spine, still lived, although Mayo Clinic physicians gave him only a few weeks in May. Said Salesman Bradley, hearty, slightly more hale and still selling plenty of cement: "The old docs tell me I'm getting along swell. For a dead man I'm doing all right."

Out of business as a rooming house was the late Mme Katherine Branchard's "house of genius" in Manhattan's Greenwich Village. Comfortable under its roof had been scores of stray cats, many a famed writer, including Theodore Dreiser, Eugene O'Neill, O. Henry, Willa Gather, John Reed, Frank Morris, Stephen Crane.

Bug-eyed Jewish Comedian Eddie Cantor made a personal appearance at Pittsburgh's First Baptist Church, preached on Christianity and Democracy. Excerpt: "Christianity and Democracy go hand in hand. Go to church and practice true Christianity, because edifices like the one we are in tonight will live long after Hitler and Stalin are forgotten. Some one should tell those two birds that you can't put God in a concentration camp. To my humble way of thinking, there are too many Gentiles in the world and not enough Christians."

Button-eyed Freddie Bartholomew, whose parents have sued him 16 times in four years for slices of his big Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer salary, sought to enjoin them from suits still pending, complained that they keep him in court so much that he does not have time to act properly.

Before sailing for France with the 15th Canadian General Hospital contingent, Sir Frederick Grant Banting, co-discoverer of insulin, addressed in Boston the supreme council of 33rd Degree Scottish Rite Masons, predicted: "Scientists, like musicians, cannot do their work under fear of air raids and other disasters. The uncertainties of war will bottle up the products of creative minds and many of them will crack. There will be an incidence of mental disorders, because the person of highly sensitive nature will be affected."

Britain's Poet Laureate John Masefield, whose job it is to muse on State occasions for a butt of wine or -L-75 a year (he takes the cash), officially recognized a state of war. Poet Masefield, who once said: "The office of Poet Laureate is responsible for much of the world's worst literature," published a poem entitled Some Verses to Some Germans. Excerpts:

This is no idle boast or empty story;

One of the glories of the English race

Is that we recognized Beethoven's glory,

And at his dying moment won his grace.

And, of our poet, we have heard you

say We call him unser Shakespeare; he is

ours. . . .

Upon another morrow, if we strive, Our links of life, now broken, may unite, Not each for each but both for all alive Opening the other shutters for more light.

In Bakersfield, Calif., Jacqueline Cochran, wife of Tycoon Floyd Bostwick Odium (Atlas Corp.), broke her own record for the loo-kilometer airplane course, set a new mark of 286,418 m. p. h. In Manhattan, Mrs. Hortense McQuarrie Odium, ex-wife of Tycoon Odium, celebrated her fifth year as smart president of smart Bonwit Teller's store.

With his Duchess in tow, the Duke of Windsor entered swank Fortnum & Mason's department store in London, interrupted a Welsh Guardsman at the biscuit counter: "Are you buying biscuits, too?" No, said the Guardsman, he was getting a camp bed and a few warm things. Tickled to be in harness again, the Duke bought the articles over the officer's protest, selfconsciously announced: "Go ahead. It's all right. I'm your Colonel-in-Chief."

Wealthy estates brought riches to institutions, individuals. Steelmaster Charles Michael Schwab bequeathed the bulk of his unlisted wealth to his brother, Edward, his sister, Gertrude Barry, and the children of his late brother, Joseph. Genevieve Brady Macaulay, made a Papal Duchess for her philanthropy by Pope Pius XI, left $1,000,000 in cash to Husband William J. Babington Macaulay, Irish Minister to the

Holy See, the remainder of a $6,000,000 estate to Carroll Club, Inc. (young Catholic business girls). Dr. John Martin Vincent, retired professor of history at Johns Hopkins University, left $1,000,000 to the University's history department.

Manhattan's winter nightlife season got under way, set New York society columnists to twittering over the new nightspots and their patrons. Most twittery spot: the new Hawaiian Maisonette of the swank St. Regis Hotel. Most twittered-of socialites: Tobacco Millionheiress Doris Duke and her husband James Henry Roberts Cromwell, who was photographed in a lei, hula-hulaing with bare-foot Hawaiian

Dancer Lily Padeken (see cut). Most twittering columnist: Hearst's Cholly Knickerbocker, who cheeped: "With the wave of a magic wand, and the expenditures of what must have been oodles of $$$$$, the onetime Maisonette Russe has been transformed into the Hawaiian Maisonette."

Arthur Herbert Tennyson Somers Cocks, Lord Somers, Deputy Chief Scout of Britain's Boy Scouts, issued a war order to all scouts to wear their uniforms, himself appeared in the House of Lords in Scout shorts. Commented the London Evening Standard: "His costume aroused little comment. Ever since Lord De la Warr entered the House during the last war in the bell-bottomed trousers of an able-bodied seaman, their lordships have learnt to take many strange uniforms in their stride."

U. S. Consul General William M. Cramp remained in Warsaw as he had in Addis Ababa three years ago, when he and his assistants turned away Ethiopian marauders with machine-gun fire, saving U. S. lives and State documents. When the Nazis besieged Warsaw, 136 U. S. citizens of Polish extraction took refuge at the embassy. Asked how long he would stay, Consul General Cramp replied: "Until 136 U. S. citizens are able to leave Warsaw."

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