Names make news. Last week these names made this news:
Alabama's high-piled (6 ft. 8 in.) Governor James Folsom, though a strong states' rights man, made a sensational offer to the Federal Government. On April Fool's Day, Kissin' Jim, clowning it up for the benefit and merriment of Birmingham reporters, announced that all of Alabama's National Guard helicopters were available for the asking to President Eisenhower for "golfing, fishing, hunting or whatever else he might need them for." Explained Folsom to his predominantly Democratic constituents: "[Ike's] health, time and welfare are worth more to the people of Alabama than all the helicopters in the world!"
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Globetrotting Gossipist Leonard Lyons bumped into a recent visitor at the Swiss villa of aging (67), London-born Comedian Charlie Chaplin, relayed a report on Chaplin's daughter Victoria, 5, and her musing about a sixth child imminently expected by Oona O'Neill Chaplin: "The youngster said: 'When I was in my mother's tummy, I thought my father was Spanish.' The visitor asked: 'How long did you think that?' The child said: 'Until I was born--and then I heard him speak English.' "
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Playing the part in broad style, Virginia's Democratic Governor Thomas B. Stanley dolled himself up in a plumed Elizabethan helmet, brandished a replica of an ancient musket, appeared ready to defend the ramparts against all attackers. Actually, he was merely lending his gubernatorial presence to ceremonies opening a historical festival in the 350-year-old settlement of Jamestown.
Oleomargarine Scion Minot F. ("Mickey") Jellce, 27, was sprung from a New York pen after serving 21 months for high-level pandering in Manhattan.
Hearing that Columnist-TV Panelist Dorothy (What's My Line?) Kilgallen had ground out an inside story hinting that Princess Grace is once again in a Grimaldi way, Monaco's Prince Rainier III turned a trifle purple, then chuckled away the entire miscoop: "Where do people get these things? It's really a mean thing to report. It is mean because it is inaccurate."
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Los Angeles' onetime Racketeer Mickey Cohen, loose since 1955 after serving a stretch on an income-tax rap. and now trying to go straight as a horticulturist operating an outfit called Michael's Greenhouses, Inc., had a Manhattan rendezvous with Evangelist Billy Graham. Preacher Graham, though deploring the publicity about their meeting, acknowledged that he had first gone to work on Mickey in 1949, now has high hopes that Cohen will repent in earnest. Said Cohen: "I am very high on the Christian way of life. Billy came up, and before we had food he said--What do you call it. that thing they say before food? Grace? Yeah, grace. Then we talked a lot about Christianity and stuff."
After a harrowing week in Parliament, where he was rapped for "knock-kneed'' leadership, Britain's Labor Party Boss Hugh Gaitskell (see FOREIGN NEWS) proved that he can also be bandy-legged.
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At a Socialist hootenanny in the St. Pan-eras town hall, Statesman Gaitskell cavorted like a regular chap, hurled himself with abandon into a rock 'n' roll session.
Galloping about Manhattan on an early-morning constitutional, Visitor Harry S. Truman, 72, told trailing newshounds why he hopes daughter Margaret, expecting a child in July, will name no boys after him: "It would be a handicap all his life. I have a nephew named after me--a sergeant in World War II*--and this name almost deviled him to death. The worst thing in the world is to have a President in the family." sbsbsb
From Haiti came tidings of the restless honeymoon of self-satisfied Novelist James (From Here to Eternity) Jones, 33, and his luscious, platinum-tressed bride, Gloria Mosolino, 29, whose previous claim to fame was a brief stand-inship for Cinemactress Marilyn Monroe. Before going to Manhattan last week to grapple with his publisher, Jones discoursed long and freely about his latest goo-plus-page opus, Some Came Running, due for autumn publication. "The book," crowed Jones, "is 300,000 words longer than Eternity. The last six months I lived on gin and Miltown while finishing it. It's not only longer than War and Peace, but it has more narrative pull. It's a great novel! I know I don't look it, but damn it, it is! It's the greatest novel we've had in America! What else have we got? Look Homeward, Angel? O.K. U.S.A.? Fair. Faulkner? The Sound and the Fury is his best, but not all that hot."
* Harry Arnold Truman, son of the ex-President's brother Vivian, is now a Kansas dairy farmer.
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