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Taking the U.S. to his bosom in grand campaign style, Indonesia's jaunty President Sukarno continued his whirl through the East. At Thomas Jefferson's grave at Monticello, Moslem Sukarno lifted his hands, murmured a prayer (he explained later) "that God give him the best place in Heaven." Acting every bit the vote getter he is, he flew, north to cry, "New York, here I come!", on his arrival at La Guardia Airport. Soon caught up in a big civic welcome, he was caressed with rain and ticker tape as he was paraded up Broadway; at a Waldorf-Astoria reception he hammily bussed the hand of an old friend, Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt. At a TV session, he was asked if he kisses babies when he goes politicking. His reply: "I like children, I like babies! I can't help kissing babies!"* At week's end, after a day in Philadelphia, hail-well-met Sukarno bounced onward to Illinois and the tomb of Abraham Lincoln, another hero of his. All along, several times a day, he kept saying: "I love Americans!"

In a Columbus, Ohio arena, aging (42) Joe Louis, once the best boxer in the world but now paunchy and flabby, won his 15th straight wrestling match in a spiritless grapple ending with two phony uppercuts and a headlock. Waiting for Joe in his dressing room were two feds. They presented papers to take away Joe's $400 purse for deduction from his strangling $1,210,789 income-tax arrears (TIME, May 14). Mumbled Louis: "This kinda thing gonna follow me all around?" Then he stuffed the notice of levy in his suitcase and slowly began to put on his pants. A dime dropped to the floor. The local promoter retrieved it and handed it to Joe. Unsmiling, the Brown ex-Bomber gazed vacantly at the coin. "You payin' me for the night's work?"

The wildest shoot currently burgeoning from the royal family tree, accident-prone Edward, Duke of Kent, 20, seventh in line for the throne of England, was afflicted by spring fever on a madcap evening in London aboard a pleasure boat moored in the Thames. When the revelry dulled, two fully clad male wassailers, inspired by -L-5 wagers, went over the side into the noisome drink. As the vessel was cut loose from its moorings, the other guests, led by the huzzahing duke, chucked hats, umbrellas, dead champagne bottles, blossoms and most of the boat's lifebelts to the dunked two. At midnight the royal gay blade cruised on to another debutante party. After some frenzied jitterbugging, he hollered: "Let's have fun! I'm a bit fed up with being told what to do!" He bawled for more champagne, got it, was soon teetering along a narrow parapet, 40 ft. above the street. "Do come back, Eddie!" burbled his girl friend. "We know how brave you are!" Downing half his drink and pouring the rest on the plebeians below, Eddie came back, manfully set forth to return to the Royal Scots Greys, in which he is a dashing shavetail.

Droll but proper Boston Lawyer Joseph N. Welch, 65, only star of the Army-McCarthy hearings to emerge an undisputed hero, more recently a TV commentator, was named "Father of the Year" by an amorphous group called the National Father's Day Committee. Patriarch Welch, sire of two sons, reacted with "delighted astonishment."

Scotching scuttlebutt that she is getting a Mexican divorce, Five & Dime Heiress Barbara Mutton, 43, gave the highest marks to her sixth husband, Tennisocialite Baron Gottfried von Cramm (whom she married last November, has seen often since). In London, Barbara declared: "Gottfried is the only one who has really wanted me to love him. I won't say my previous husbands thought only of my money, but it had a certain fascination for them. It upset them."

At Sydney airport, a sick, sad-faced man in his 60s, traveling under the name of Edward Gray, boarded an airliner and flew off for Rome. After almost nine years in Australia, he would probably never see it again. His true identity: famed Maestro-Composer Eugene Goossens, resigned as conductor of the Sydney Symphony, his spirit and reputation broken by his conviction and $225 fine for importing pornographic movies and pictures into Australia (TIME, April 2).

Brainy, pretty Elizabeth Talmadge, 32, wife of Georgia's Senator-apparent Herman E. Talmadge, set up a pitch stand in an Atlanta department store, handed out succulent slices of Talmadge Ham to sample-minded passersby. A country girl who learned how to cure hams back on the farm, able Businesswoman Betty Talmadge started her enterprise to make pin money in 1952, last year reportedly peddled 62,000 hams, pinned down a whole-hog gross of $750,000.

* When Sukarno arrived in Washington, reported the New York Times last week, his handshaking and baby-bussing technique so impressed Motion Picture Association Boss Eric Johnston that Johnston quipped to Mrs. Richard Nixon: "This fellow has out-Nixoned Nixon!" Retorted Pat Nixon: "Dick told him to do that."

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