Lost & Found

Stolen: Diana Churchill Sandys's jewelry--including her engagement ring. Winston's eldest daughter (Mrs. Duncan Sandys) lost some $4,000 worth of the stuff to burglars who turned up at the door with buckets and washrags, announced that they were window cleaners, were promptly admitted, promptly went to work cleaning up.

Found: Henry VIM's missing iron pants--the ones that match the iron jacket on display in the Tower of London. Generations of royal armorers had hunted them; they turned up standing under a less glorious top, in a shadowy hall of Scrivelsby Court in Lincolnshire. Historical note: lusty Henry had not always looked like Charles Laughton--the pants' waistline measured only 34 inches.

Just Deserts

To Mayor William O'Dwyer of New York City went a handsome map of France from the Michelin Tire people in Paris. The map reached its goal despite the address on the envelope: "Mr. O'Dewey, Maire de New York."

To Mae West, exhibiting herself in person to England for the first time, went a twinkling tribute from the usually decorous Manchester Guardian. "It was surely a strange trick of fortune that made Mae West famous as a film star," observed the Guardian after a long, appreciative look, "for it is hard to imagine an actress less suited to one dimension."

In Rockport, Me., the late Captain Hanson Gregory, who may or may not have deserved the honor, was about to receive thundering recognition from his community. This week selectmen--prodded by the Doughnut Corp. of America--would unveil a plaque: "This is the birthplace of Capt. Hanson Gregory, who first invented the hole in the doughnut in 1847 "

Just Folks

In Paris, high-styled Harper's Bazaar might or might not soon lose its local correspondent. Leg-girl Doris Duke's groom of seven weeks, Porfirio Rubirosa, was appointed Dominican Ambassador to Argentina.

In Hollywood, Producer Sam Goldwyn got good news: the U.S. Treasury reported that he had overpaid his 1945 income tax by $383,4071n Manhattan, gourd-shaped John Jacob Astor, 35, well-known for his ancestors, lay abed with cracked vertebrae, after skidding on a polished floor and bumping downstairs.

King Michael of Rumania turned 26, quietly and privately at his hunting lodge, set himself for the loud and public whoop-de-do next week on his "name day," the Feast of Michael the Archangel.

Crown Prince Akihito of Japan (and brother Masahito and three sisters) gave a farewell tea for some 40 young princes and princesses. It was a farewell because of the new, democratic spirit: hereafter hosts and guests would not be on equal footing, since the guests were all becoming commoners.

Prince Carl of Sweden landed in Manhattan on business, was ready with a little arrival speech that rustled with seals and parchment. "I keenly desire," he told reporters, "to stimulate greater American interest in Swedish goods."

The Duke & Duchess of Montoro, married last fortnight in a Seville ceremony surrounded by a splendor of plush and fine feathers (TIME, Oct. 20), arrived in Manhattan on their honeymoon, looking glad to be out of it all even if they were the daughter of the Duke of Alba and the fourth son of the Duke of Sotomayor.

In New Delhi, Earl Louis Mountbatten, lean, well-tailored Governor General of the agonized Dominion of India, received medical attention for a ligament. He wrenched his arm playing polo.

Inside Sources

Will Clayton's wife, Susan, begged to contradict her husband's explanation for his bow-out as Under Secretary of State for Economic Affairs (he had said her health demanded it). "There's nothing wrong with me," she informed the press, "except 45 years of my husband's 16-hour working day. ... He was terrifically tired. . . ." On top of that, Clayton hinted that he might head the delegation to the World Trade Conference in Havana this month.

"All movies are fifth-rate theater," announced Critic George Jean Nathan. "No--make it tenth-rate." But he must have been relying on his memories: "I haven't gone to a movie .since women started talking."

"Women look as if they were hung in armor," decided Bright-Young-Briton Cecil Beaton (now a greying 43) after a good look at the New Look. "The owner's personality is lost. They look too soignee and immaculate. There's nothing new about it." Photographer-Costumer-Litterateur-Interior Decorator Beaton, who recently designed a new costume for Vivien Leigh (it took him ten minutes, he said), was in Manhattan to "tank up" against another spell of creation back home. He would, as usual, redecorate a hotel suite so that he could live in it--but only a small suite: "I'll just spend a week or so."

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