Hail & Farewell

Charles ("Lucky") Luciano, unwanted in the U.S. and Cuba and banished from Rome as a criminal threat, arrived at last in his native town of Lercara Friddi, Sicily, only to leave it again for Naples after less than a day's stay and a warm kiss on each cheek from the mayor.

Albert Schweitzer, musician, medico and missionary, sailed for Europe en route to his jungle home, leaving a word of consolation for his sweltering New York hosts: "Don't talk to me about humidity. There's no wind in Africa and sometimes we can see the palm trees stand for ten days without a single movement of their branches."

Paunchy Producer David O. Selzniclc, 47, who generally stays behind the cameras, was caught in front of one as he arrived beaming in London with his principal cinematic property and bride of a week, Jennifer Jones, 30.

Thomas Mann, grey eminence of expatriate belles lettres, set an old pot aboil-ing again when he returned to his native Germany. After receiving the city of Frankfurt's Goethe Prize, he planned to go to Weimar, in the Russian zone, to accept a similar honor. "We who fought Naziism on German soil for twelve years," huffed the Mainz Allgemeine Zeitung, "think that those who invited Thomas Mann to a public festival in Frankfurt were badly advised."

In his prepared address, Mann stoutly defended his own record:' "It is claimed . . . that I watched the tragedy of my people from far away in comfortable circumstances. No, no, I participated in it. Those who heard my radio appeals to my homeland know that every hot word of my fury was directed only against the seducers in power in Germany and their crimes. These appeals ... did give consolation and strength to many."

Eddie Waitkus, Philadelphia first-baseman, left Chicago's Billings Hospital to go back to the Quaker City with noi trace of bitterness toward Bobby-Soxer Ruth Steinhagen, who, in an excess of girlish adoration, put a .22-caliber slug through his right lung last June 14. "I only saw her once after she shot me," said Eddie, "that was in a Chicago court where they sent her to the booby-hatch. It's just an unfortunate thing."

Elusive Greta Garbo was still battling it out with photographers. Arriving in

Paris on a hot day, clad in a wool coat, shapeless slacks and something that looked like bedroom slippers, she seized a startled friend's hat too late to conceal her famous face from a prying lens (see cut).

Pleasures & Palaces

Britain's King George, footloose once more after his long bout with a form of Buerger's disease (TIME, Dec. 6 et seq.), felt fit enough to take to the dance floor at a party at Londonderry House, and play host to 7,000 guests at a garden party at Buckingham Palace. In a busy week, he also found time to lend his approval to the engagement of his nephew, 26-year-old George Henry Hubert Lascelles, seventh Earl of Harewood, to dark-haired, Austrian-born Pianist Marion Stein, 22. Young Harewood, opera critic for the New Statesman and Nation and a potential heir to the throne (eleventh in line), was so far from kingship that nobody worried much about his marrying a com moner. Last week Miss Stein, a gypsy-faced, beauty whose father works for Boosey & Hawkes, Ltd., music publishers, was meeting the family.

Before the anxious eyes of his wife Queen Juliana and their two eldest daughters, Prince Bern hard of The Neth erlands careened through a jumping event in London's 30th International Horse Show. After hitting two poles, two gates and a brick wall, he placed fourth from last. Said the prince gallantly of his gal lant mount: "She is a good mare and the faults were mine." Rewards & Returns George Catlett Marshall, a policy maker of some reputation, was elected a director of Pan American Airways Corp.

Louis B. Mayer, party of the first part in many a six-figure contract, had his own option picked up by Loew's, Inc. Presi dent Nicholas M. Schenck, who signed him up to head Loew's-owned Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer for a few more years.

Robert F. Wagner, ex-Senator from New York who resigned last June because of ill health, applied for the pension coming to him for 43 years of public service (state legislator, judge and Senator).

Probable pension: $10,000 a year.

Shouts & Tremors With no script girl handy to take it all down, there was naturally some confusion about blonde, bulb-eyed ex-Cinemactress Joan Blondell's backstage ad-libbing. Producer Harold J. Kennedy, who had hired Miss Blondell for a week's stand in Happy Birthday at Princeton, N.J., said Joan used "vile and abusive language" to his cast. Joan admitted that she may have said "gosh" or "darn it." Mr. Kennedy said she threw a $40 silver hand mirror at either him or another member of the cast. Miss Blondell said it was not a mirror, it was a Kleenex and she wished it had been a brick. Princeton Police Chief Edward Mahan said all he knew was that he got this call from the theater and sent three cops to break up the brawl.

Ailing Ernie Bevin, Britain's explosive Foreign Secretary, pulled a hot potato out of the fire in a foreign policy debate in Parliament and tossed it into the lap of his old wartime cabinet colleague Winston Churchill. Britain's present plight in Germany, said Bevin, was the direct result of the "unconditional surrender" policy adopted at Casablanca by Churchill and Franklin D. Roosevelt. Winnie passed the buck in a hurry. The policy, he said, was all Roosevelt's idea; he himself had not been consulted before it was proclaimed.

Joe Kirkwood Jr., husky, handsome pro golfer and "the Ideal American Boy" who plays Joe Palooka in the movies, was hauled off to court in Worcester, Mass. and adjudged the father of a pair of six-year-old ideal American twins belonging to a movie cashier named Florence Hep-penstall. "I scarcely knew the girl," said Joe, who nonetheless made a prompt cash settlement.

In Dedham, Mass., Barbara Hutton Troubetzkoy's lawyers told a probate court that the once-plump Woolworth heiress was down to an emaciated 88 Ibs. and desperately needed her son Lance, 13, with her until the end of the summer. Babs's friends in Venice, on the other hand, said that she was well enough to swim at Lido Beach in a sleek black suit. Lance's father, Court Haugwitz-Revent-low (Barbara's second husband), who wants his son back in August, refused to comment. Wise by now in the ways of the law, all he would say was: "I am delighted to hear that she's well."

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