Warriors

Corporal Clark Gable dropped out of the appreciative public view, burrowed deep into a hard job made harder because he was a week behind his class in arriving at Miami's Army Air Forces School. (He had a week's worth of study and training to make up before the twelve-week course ended.) He rose at 5:30 a.m., drilled and studied, turned in at 10 p.m., with lights out. His quarters were a hotel room shared with two fellow candidates. The Army shut off publicity, banned photographs; but word got out that Corporal Gable sweated hard, was "a damn good fellow."

Out of the limelight as abruptly as Gable went Cinemactor Henry Fonda, 34-year-old husband and father, who made eight pictures in the past year, then enlisted in the Navy as apprentice seaman. Said he: "I've been working hard to make it possible for my wife and three children to get along."

Millionaire Sportsman Dan Topping, 31-year-old owner of the Brooklyn Dodgers professional football team and husband of Skater Sonja Henie, enlisted in the Marines in Manhattan.

Lieut. Commander John Duncan BulIceley, No. 1 hero of the PT-boat squadrons of Bataan, still on his feet after more than three months of being wined, dined, backslapped, gushed over and mauled, who had almost resigned himself to training PT-men at Melville, R.I., now happily announced he was going back to sea duty.

The Rev. Francis B. Sayre Jr., son of the ex-Commissioner to the Philippines, grandson of Woodrow Wilson, was sworn into the Navy in Boston as a lieutenant in the Chaplain's Corps.

Carter Glass III, grandson of the greathearted Senator from Virginia, was promoted to first lieutenant in the Army Air Forces, in the Middle East.

Love On a Bus

Reported in one edition of the London Daily Mirror, dropped before the next, was the engagement of a working girl to the Hon. Gerald David Lascelles, handsome, 18-year-old son of Britain's Princess Royal, nephew of George VI. Icy denials came from Buckingham Palace, but the girl's mother confirmed it. The bride-to-be, if bride she becomes, is slim, dark-haired, 17-year-old June Morris, who works in a factory canteen. "It doesn't matter to me who he is," she said in a declaration half out of Grimm, half out of Noel Coward. "I can't help his being the son of an earl. I fell in love with Gerald before I knew who he was when I met him on a bus."

Supersniper

Liudmila Pavlichenko, 26, killer of 309 Germans, reached Washington from Moscow for the International Student Assembly this week. She was brown-eyed, softspoken, good-looking in a boyish way, in the dark green uniform and black boots of a senior lieutenant in the Red Army.

On her breast were four medals for bravery and marksmanship. The Germans got to know her very well: once they called to her by loudspeaker over the battlefield, offering her cake and chocolate to "come over to us." Asked last week how she felt when she picked off her first Nazi, she replied: "How can a human being feel when killing a poisonous snake?" Her score is actually 311. She explained that the first two were not Germans, but Rumanians, and only "trial shots" to qualify her as a sniper.

Fellow delegates escorted her to Washington: Sniper Vladimir Ptchelintzev, 23, credited with killing 152 Germans in 154 shots; pale, studious-looking Nikolai Krasavchenko, 26, in charge of keeping Moscow supplied with fuel.

New Job

In 1938 hearty, plain-spoken Elinore M. Herrick, New York Regional Director for NLRB, settled a labor dispute at the Hoboken yards of the Todd Shipyards Corp. in favor of the workers. Last week, after nine years of public service, she joined Todd as director of labor relations and personnel. "It is all the jobs I ever wanted rolled into one," said she.

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