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At a Fourth of July garden party in the U.S. embassy in Moscow, U.S. Ambassador Charles E. ("Chip") Bohlen led the Soviet Union's top topers, Nikita Khrushchev and Nikolai Bulganin, to a table laden with Scotch and bourbon. TV crewmen popped a microphone under the nose of Bulganin, who genially obliged with a toast to the American people and the health of Dwight Eisenhower. As some 600 diplomats and tourists milled about the lawn, Khrushchev chortled to a startled U.S. sightseer: "We have a lot to learn from Americans [but] they are afraid we might find out some secrets of how to milk cows!" Boring in with pencil poised, New York Post Gossipist Earl Wilson heard a New York neurologist ask Bulganin if it was true that psychiatrists are on call around the clock for all Russians. Bantered Bulganin: "I don't know. They haven't had me examined that way yet!" After an hour of such empty pleasantries, Host Bohlen escorted B. & K. out through a pet project of Mrs. Bohlen--a corn patch in the embassy's backyard. Somewhat full of corn himself, Khrushchev stepped right amongst the stalks, plucked at the leaves, advised Hostess Bohlen cheerfully: "These leaves need thinning out."

In their first official public appearance since their April wedding, Monaco's Prince Rainier III and Hollywood's Princess Grace rode forth from their palace to a Fourth of July Mass in the local cathedral, later watched a drill put on by the Cadets of the Prince, a boys' cadre sponsored by Rainier's spiritual preceptor and matchmaker, Father Francis Tucker of Wilmington, Del. Meanwhile, palace prattlers reported that Bishop Gilles Barthe of Monaco had been so bold as to ask the Prince if Grace is perchance in a family way. Rainier's careful reply: "Not for the moment."

A few paces away in tiny Monaco, Grandma Marlene Dietrich headed for Paris in a huff after Monte Carlo's stuffy old Casino refused to admit her in toreador pants. Another Monte Carlo visitor who fared worse than Marlene was spaniel-faced Cinemadman Mischa (Something Always Happens) Auer. He 1) broke an arm in a fall off a low stool, 2) then suffered a deep cut on his rump in a tumble from bed as he reached for a bottle (mineral water), 3) on rising from his bed of pain, met a friend whose hearty get-well backslap dislocated Auer's shoulder.

In home town Brockton, Mass., retired Heavyweight Boxing Champion Rocky Marciano, 32, never defeated in a professional bout, lay flat on his wrenched back in a hospital. The winner and new champion: Marciano's daughter Mary Ann, 3. As far as Loser Marciano could explain, he had injured his back while engaged with her in a game of catch--in which Mary Ann was the ball.

The Duke of Edinburgh, reported London's Evening Standard, has bloomed as an inventor. His brain child: a 58-ft. tablecloth containing "hundreds of yards of wire sandwiched between layers of felt and latex." When plugged in, the electrified tablecloth, spread over the royal board in the royal yacht Britannia, will provide power for electric candelabra placed anywhere upon it.

In Switzerland, fat, sad ex-King Farouk of Egypt, who still cherishes the notion that he was a benign despot, succeeded in looking like a benign father. His three daughters (Ferial, Fadia, Fawzia) are by Farida, his first wife, who in three tries bore him no male heirs. At his knee, Farouk fondly held Prince Ahmed Fuad II, 3, a winsome lad and sole product of his second queen, Narriman Sadek.

FOR SALE: Playwright and screen star's hideout. 7 rooms, 3 baths, swimming pool, tennis court, terrace, two-car garage, small studio. 4 acres. $29,500 ($38,500 with 26 acres).

With this ad in the New York Herald Tribune, Playwright Arthur (The Crucible) Miller prepared to dispose of his home in Roxbury, Conn., where he is honeymooning with his buxom wife, Cinemactress Marilyn Monroe. Last week Miller and Marilyn got married all over again, this time by a rabbi in a double-ring religious ceremony. At week's end Miller, having filed "further evidence of antiCommunism" with the State Department, got the passport for which he applied last May. State cautiously made it valid for only six months instead of the usual two-year period, but it freed Miller to wing to England this week with Mrs. Miller, who will forthwith step into the embrace of Sir Laurence Olivier in a new movie.

Exploding rumors of her timely death, crop-haired Ana Pauker, 62, Rumania's out-of-season Foreign Minister, granted an interview to a Western newshen, according to Vienna's daily Die Presse, and seemed alive. Stripped of power in a 1952 intraparty fight (TIME, June 17, '52), old Hatchetwoman Pauker declined to talk politics ("I am an old woman") or pose for photographs, limited her observations to art, books and cooking.

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