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In one of his last official acts, retiring Air Force Chief of Staff General Hoyt S. Vandenberg handed a pilot's wings to his son, Lieut. Hoyt S. Vandenberg Jr. He also told graduates at Williams Air Force Base, Ariz., that "the greatest fraternity on the face of the earth are the people who wear wings . . . You are not just jet jockeys . . . Take up the broader duty of understanding and preaching the role of air power . . . The people who won't face the truth . . . must be told repeatedly, earnestly, logically that air power will save the world from destruction . . ."

Globetrotting Adlai Stevenson whipped into Cyprus, pausing just long enough to announce that when he gets home he will visit the White House, at President Eisenhower's invitation. Then he was off to Turkey where he took a swim in the Bosporus and chatted with India Edwards, vice chairman of the U.S. Democratic National Committee, before pushing off for Belgrade, Yugoslavia.

At the 48th annual convention of the Lithographers National Association, Bishop Fulton J. Sheen explained why he always speaks without notes or manuscript: "An old Irish lady, watching a bishop read his sermon, once asked, 'If he can't remember it, how does he expect us to?' "

In Rome, at their first birthday party, Isabella and Isotta Rossellini, twin daughters of Cinemactress Ingrid Bergman and Italian Director Roberto Rossellini, were neatly upstaged by their elder brother Robertino, 3, who did his best to beat them at blowing out their birthday candles. Half-brother Renzo, n, waited quietly in the background, apparently more interested in cake than in candles.

In Paris, after serving as an official U.S. representative at Queen Elizabeth's coronation, Editor Fleur (Look) Cowles had an explanation for the demure grey dress she wore to the ceremony: "I dressed down so as not to detract from the Queen. I told Valentina to make me a simple dress that would blend inconspicuously with the color of the Abbey pillars."

At France's sixth annual Kermesse aux Etoiles (Carnival of Stars), President Vincent Auriol awarded French Oscars (bronze statuettes of Winged Victory) to a number of movie stars, including Gary Cooper and Gregory Peck. When his award was announced, Hollywood's Cooper applauded vigorously. After nudging him into silence, Cinemactress Gisele Pascal explained her tall friend's embarrassing antics to the astonished crowd: "He doesn't understand a word of French."

Talking for the New York Times Magazine, James Caesar Petrillo, czar of the American Federation of Musicians, admitted that his unceasing war against any musical endeavor which does not turn a penny for the A.F.M. had plunged him into the already overcrowded field of expertising on the national defense budget. "I'm in the Pentagon on those service bands," said Petrillo. "I find out they got 187 of those bands. They got five in Washington alone, playing for some Congressman or other. 'Whaddya doin' with 187 of them and cutting $5,000,000,000 from the Air Force?' I said. If they cut that thing down to a hundred they save a billion a year. Maybe that ain't the figure . . . I'm no Walter Reuther. I ain't got 15 guys gettin' the facts for me."

In the gardens of the Royal Orangerie at Versailles Palace, the Duke of Windsor, an old and practiced hand at palace parties, turned up for France's League-Against-Cancer Ball. Looking strikingly like the late George Arliss playing the part of aging royalty, the astigmatic duke sipped potage veloute put away a healthy helping of chicken boucaniere and cooled off with punch Antillais.

Author of more than 60 novels in which middle-aged love triumphs to the delight of women's-magazine readers, Fictioneer Faith Baldwin, 59, announced that she has learned at long last to make the formula work in real life. After 25 years of separation, she is returning to her husband, Brooklyn Businessman Hugh H. Cuthrell, 60. Said Cuthrell, like a Faith Baldwin hero: "We have never really been out of love."

No sooner had Winthrop Rockefeller's difficulties with his estranged wife Bobo cost him a million-dollar trust fund (TIME, June 15), than he moved to Little Rock, Ark., where ignorance of the local ground rules cost him still more cash. Investigators for the state's Alcoholic Beverage Control Board raided a commercial ware house and impounded three van loads of choice liquor--all marked HOUSEHOLD EFFECTS OF W. ROCKEFELLER. The trouble was that the whisky: 1) had been brought into Arkansas without a permit, 2) had no state-tax stamps, and 3) was stored in a warehouse not bonded to house liquor. Not until Attorney General Thomas Jefferson Gentry got a check for more than $1,100 (wholesale tax at $2.50 a gallon) did Connoisseur Rockefeller get his treasure.

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