Born. To Philip Herman Willkie, 31, rising Republican politician and son of the late presidential candidate, and Rosalie Heffelfinger Willkie, 23, former Minneapolis socialite: their first child, a son; in Indianapolis. Name: Wendell II. Weight: 6 Ibs. 12 oz.

Born. To Yehudi Menuhin, 35, onetime child prodigy who grew up to become one of the leading American-born violinists, and Diana Gould Menuhin, 38, his second wife, former British ballet dancer: their second child (his fourth), a son; in San Francisco. Name: Jeremy Louis Eugene. Weight: 8 Ibs. 6 oz.

Married. Jean Dalrymple, 41, Broadway pressagent turned producer (Sartre's Red Gloves); and Colonel Philip DeWitt Ginder, 46, commander of the U.S. 6th Regiment in Berlin, whom she met at a cocktail party on a visit there two months ago; both for the second time (her first husband was Ward Morehouse, Manhattan drama columnist); in Danbury, Conn. Matron of honor: Neighbor Gladys Swarthout.

Died. Tom Berry, 72, South Dakota's Democratic "cowboy governor" (1933-37); of a heart attack; in Rapid City, S. Dak. Berry went into the cattle business in his teens, built up a 30,000-acre ranch before going to the state legislature, which he called "The Follies of 1925" and regaled with tall ranch tales. One of the last of the costumed, showman politicians, he shaded his cat eyes and weatherbeaten face under a white sombrero, was considered a dead-ringer for Will Rogers by Rogers himself. To become governor, he "hung on to Roosevelt's coattails and rode like hell." He once astonished a Washington redcap by demanding: "Hell, boy, where's the watering hole?" When President Roosevelt wanted him to nominate for a Washington job a citizen of South Dakota who was qualified both as a banker and a lawyer, Berry wired back that he didn't know anyone "that crooked." But when he strode in to visit his successor, he cried: "Don't jump, I just came to see if everything is still here."

Died. Christian Gauss, 73, author, teacher and scholar, who as a wise and witty dean (1925-45) and professor of languages and literature (1905-45) helped bring up three generations of Princeton men; of a heart attack; in Pennsylvania Station, Manhattan. At 20, he left his native Michigan for a fling in Paris as an aspiring poet, soon returned home to teach, was brought to Princeton by President Woodrow Wilson in 1905 as one of the university's first group of preceptors. A devoted student of the classics and a student of the noisy world outside the college gates, he never gave up the fight against excessive nationalism, "money madness" and snobbery, every attempt to muzzle civil liberties and academic freedom. As Princeton's chief disciplinarian for two decades, he commanded the respect and affection of thousands of erring undergraduates by a combination of strict fairness and good-humored understanding, was once epitomized in the "Faculty Song" of Princeton's senior class:

Here's to Gauss

Called Christian,

A most encyclopedic man.

Died. Martha Bernays Freud, 90, widow of the great Viennese psychiatrist; in London. Daughter of a Hamburg merchant, "Frau Professor" was an efficient, workaday wife, provided an orderly household, bore six children (including Psychoanalyst Anna Freud), subordinated her whole life to the professor, who admitted she was not "at ease" with him, or with his work, which she never entirely understood. In World War I, she traded her needlework for Trabuccos, the scarce cigars which Freud consumed at the rate of 20 a day. In 1938, to escape Nazi antiSemitism, the family left Vienna for London, where, the following year, Freud died of cancer.

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