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In Philadelphia for the pleasant chore of picking up $70,000 contributed to his library fund (TIME, June 21), Harry Truman told a banquet audience why he believes that presidential papers belong to the public. Said Librarian Truman: "Through the documents . . . you can find out, and the scholars of the future can find out, what the man in the White House at the time was thinking about when he did those things. It is very easy to be a Monday-morning quarterback and tell a man what he should have done.

Many people have told me what to do--afterward . . . But I was there then and [they were not] . . . Mud and other dirt was thrown at us, and I felt like whipping a lot of people, but I couldn't get to them."

Indefatigable Evangelist Billy Graham paused at Manhattan's Waldorf-Astoria Hotel long enough to receive the Salvation Army's seventh annual citation for his "boundless spirit and unfailing faith." Then, after announcing that he is off to Europe in March for a six-month preaching tour, he headed for Georgia to relax for three days at Augusta's National Golf Club, a favorite course of President Eisenhower. Asked if he planned to play a round with Ike, Graham, whose scores hover in the so-so 90s, laughed and said: "I don't play that good a game." Meanwhile, Hollywood was expecting Graham to play something easier: the role of Billy Graham in a movie about his conversion of a onetime Los Angeles thug.

With a loud flourish of trumpets, the Liebmann Breweries (fourth largest in U.S.) announced that next year's Miss Rheingold, elected over some 1,200 other sudsy beauties by the nation's beer-lovers, will be elfish Nancy Woodruff, 21, a homespun girl from Oakland, Calif. But what really made Nancy newsworthy was her affinity for fluids: she was last year's Miss Anti-Freeze.

The Soviet Union's lissome Galina Ulanova, 44, a celebrated ballerina who also nimbly toes the political line, gave an audience to the New York Herald Tribune's comely Newshen Marguerite Higgins, who opened the conversation by asking: "Has your career . . . brought you happiness?"

"It is a strange thing. Often, after a big performance there is much applause . . . I receive many curtain calls and many flowers. And yet, sometimes, when I am back home, I find there is a desert in my heart."

"To what do you attribute your success?"

"Terribly hard work. Today is Sunday. Already I have practiced three hours."

"How strict are your disciplines? Can you . . . occasionally have a drink of vodka?"

"Of course ... Vodka gives you strength --and sometimes courage!"

U.S. Ambassador to Italy Clare Boothe Luce, who prodded Washington and London into working out a settlement of the nine-year Trieste dispute between Italy and Yugoslavia (TIME, Oct. 11), made her first visit to the prize involved in the diplomatic triumph. With top aides from the Rome embassy, she landed at Gorizia Airfield, proceeded by motorcade some 25 miles to the city of Trieste, where waiting citizens waved a welcome and tossed flowers to her. At city hall, she returned to Mayor Gianni Bartoli the 600-year-old manuscript of Italian Poet Francesco Petrarch's Africa, which had vanished from a Naples exhibition in 1940, was picked up by a U.S. soldier during World War II. Said the U.S. ambassador: "We Americans are [happy] that an infinitely more precious Italian possession, the city of Trieste, has also been restored to the beloved fatherland." Off next morning for Trieste University, Ambassador Luce was greeted by the school's rector, who gave her a silver medal and a blue, scoop-shaped law student's hat with a fringed brim. The professors who picked the hat explained that it not only went well with her present job in international law but also matched the color of her ensemble.

Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt decided that a proper period of grace had expired, authorized a Hollywood agency to begin planning a movie about F.D.R. Next month Elliott and a screenwriter will start their research at Hyde Park.

In Belgium, where as leader of the heroic "battered bastards of the bastion of Bastogne" he uttered his famed "Nuts!" to a German surrender demand, Lieut. General Anthony C. McAuliffe was a palace guest of King Baudouin and later heard himself eulogized in a ceremony marking the tenth anniversary of the U.S. garrison's besiegement.

In Madrid, Movie Director John (The African Queen) Huston strode from a bar to a courtyard next door, with cape and sword braved the rushes of a small bull with blunted horns. When Huston executed a couple of passable pases naturales, cafe aficionados, astonished at the amateur torero's skill, acclaimed him with "Ole, Juan, ole!" Huston was all for fighting the beast to some sort of finish, but a pressagent rescued the director before he found the pastime goring.

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