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Returning to Harrow, the old-tie school he attended 60 years ago, Prime Minister Winston Churchill joined in a nostalgic community sing, glared whenever any of his entourage of Cabinet ministers failed to bawl out the lyrics as heartily as he. His blood running hot, a trace of sweat on his brow, Sir Winston was moved almost to tears at the reunion's climax when the Harrow boys chorused a familiar version of the school song in his honor: "Nor less we praise in darker days/ The leader of our nation,/ And Churchill's name shall win acclaim/ From each new generation."

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In Santa Monica, Calif., Cinemactress Gail (The Lawless) Russell, 29, recently named by Cinemactor John Wayne's wife Esperanza, now divorced, as John's impromptu hostess for most of one night, wheeled up behind two cops' prowl car and blasted away with her horn. Hauled in for a sobriety test, Gail, fetchingly decked out in dungarees, flunked, spent most of the night as an impromptu guest of the city jail.

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Amidst the glamor and glitter of Manhattan's annual Gotham Debutante Ball, photographers closed in on a pair of lens-catchers, one of the year's most photogenic mother-and-daughter combinations, perennially beautiful Cinemactress Irene Dunne and Debutante Mary Frances Griffin, 18.

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Argentine-born Crooner Dick Haymes,

not long out of the hospital where he was laid up by a shower of slings & arrows (alimony, debts, unpaid income taxes, deportation proceedings, all-round exhaustion), caught an extra barb. Word reached him that he had been expelled by Actors Equity because he had falsified his birthplace in applying for membership, claimed he was born in California.

As a surprise encore to a pop concert in Toronto, Conductor Andre Kostelanetz led the local symphony in the first playing of a spirited number, The Marine Boys March, written by an old acquaintance. On hand was the amateur composer: Mrs. Kathryn Godfrey, 76, sprightly mother of Radio-TV Impresario Arthur Godfrey. Said one Toronto critic: "An outstanding achievement."

Greece's King Paul and Queen Frederika, nearing the end of their month-long marathon around the U.S., popped up unannounced in Manhattan's Carnegie Hall, where they beamed from a box while Greek-born Dimitri Mitropoulos conducted the New York Philharmonic. After the concert, the King awarded Maestro Mitropoulos the decoration of Commander of the Royal Order of the Phoenix. As photographers' flashbulbs went off, the Queen, by now used to the chin-up-and-smile orders barked at her, complied expertly, quipped to the picture-takers: "You'd think we'd been trained in Hollywood."

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Off by Stratocruiser on the first leg of their record (30,000-mile) royal tour, Queen Elizabeth II and the Duke of Edinburgh winged through the night across the North Atlantic, touched down at Gander, Newfoundland for fuel, then skipped south to Bermuda, Britain's oldest colony. Landing at U.S.-leased Kindley Air Force Base, the Duke, technically the airport commander's landlord, graciously thanked him for the courtesy of his runway. That afternoon, during a round of nine parishes and two towns, the Duke lost his equerries at a garden party, asked in mock dismay: "Where the devil's my escort?" Next day, the royal plane set down at Jamaica's tourist-fringed Montego Bay. The Queen was presented by Jamaica's Chief Minister William Alexander Bustamante with a hand-printed address of welcome, containing a wishful hint at the old dream of a West Indian dominion. A day later, Elizabeth noncommittally advised the island's legislators to "build on the principles of parliamentary government." The royal couple had driven 120 miles, in blistering heat, across the island to Kingston, pausing along the way for a quick dip in the Caribbean. Visibly wilted, the Queen could muster few smiles during a late reception at King's House, mansion of the island governor, Sir Hugh Foot, next day made by Elizabeth a Knight Commander of the Royal Victorian Order. After three days, embarking for the Panama Canal Zone on the 15,902-ton liner Gothic, the Queen was startled when a dusky Jamaican, impetuously turned Raleigh, tossed his linen jacket at her feet. Ignoring the incident, the Queen walked on. This week, after landing at Cristobal, Elizabeth and Philip spent a busy day inspecting the canal and attending a state dinner given by Panama's President Jose Antonio Remon. Early next morning the Gothic headed westward across the Pacific, bound for New Zealand and Australia by way of the South Sea Islands.

Baseball's famed Georgia Peach, Tyrus Raymond ("Ty") Cobb, 66, whose own education ended with high school, announced that he will set up a fund big enough to help three or four bright, needy Georgia students through colleges and universities each year. The scholarships will be "definitely not athletic." Said Ty: "I missed something in life . . . I can get awfully sentimental about something like this. I can cry, too. It runs in my family."

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