Icy-blooded sometime Playboy Luis Miguel Dominguin, 33, and boyish Antonio Ordonez, 27, Dominguin's good friend and brother-in-law, met last week in a mano a mano (duel between two bullfighters instead of the usual three) to determine which is Spain's best. In the Valencia arena, Ordonez swiftly dispatched his three bulls, showed the lethal grace that has. won him 42 ears as trophies from 26 fights this year. Making a comeback after a recent three-year retirement, Dominguin (57 ears in 29 fights this year) dispatched his first two bulls with some trouble, did not attempt to delight the crowd with his show-stopping telefono routine--leaning casually on the bull's head and pretending to talk into its horn. But Dominguin, facing his third and final bull, still had won no ears, while Ordonez had picked up three new ones. Dominguin was badly gored in the right thigh, landed in a Madrid hospital. Two days later, Ordonez was in a nearby bed after catching a "less than grave" goring in the thigh.
Accepted by the University of Puerto Rico for a year's graduate course in social work: Nathan Leopold, 54, a hospital laboratory technician in Puerto Rico since March 1958, when he was paroled from an Illinois prison after serving 33 years for teaming up with Richard Loeb (murdered in a jailhouse brawl) in the 1924 thrill killing of little Bobby Franks.
Substituting his judicial robes for a wrap-around of grandchildren, U.S. Supreme Court Justice Thomas Campbell Clark, 59, took his uneasy ease in a swimming pool in Dallas, where he was vacationing. Two of the kids, Tom, 5, and Ronda. 7, are children of William Ram sey Clark; the other nipper, eye-gouging Gail, 4, is the daughter of Justice Clark's daughter Mildred ("Mimi") Gronlund.
After convalescing for three months on his Virginia farm and in his Manhattan apartment from lung-cancer surgery, TV-Radio Impresario Arthur Godfrey, 55, paused in San Francisco on his airborne way to Hawaii. A voluntary exile from show business since his operation, Godfrey will tape some Waikiki Beach sequences in Honolulu for release on CBS-TV this fall.
On April 5, 1861 a White House clerk carefully penned a letter for the signature of the new President of the U.S., Abraham Lincoln. Addressed to Secretary of the Treasury Salmon P. Chase, it requested that "on today, and on the first of each month, please send me a Warrant for the amount of my salary . . ." Placed on public view for the first time at week's end, the document bears witness anew to the honesty of Honest Abe. Inaugurated on March 4, 1861, Lincoln decided that his pay ($25,000 a year) should not have begun until the following day, his first full day in office. So he altered "first of the month" to "fifth," thus saved the taxpayers a tidy $273.97.
In an old-fashioned melodrama, the rich man's son would fall for the lowly kitchen maid in Act I, and the rest of the play would feature the outraged father, hellbent on spiking the romance. New York's Governor Nelson Rockefeller is no such man. Last week his son Steven, 23, was motorcycling in and out of the southern Norwegian town of Sogne, wooing one of the fishing village's most attractive belles and seemingly bent on matrimony. Elevated from belowstairs to the cycle's back seat: pretty Anne-Marie ("Mia") Rasmussen, 21, onetime domestic in the Rockefellers' Manhattan town house and the daughter of a prosperous retired grocer. When Mia left the Rockefeller employ in 1957 after a year, Steven's mother gave her top marks in a letter of recommendation: "Absolutely honest, sober and reliable ... a very pleasant personality . . . most willing." As far as the Rockefellers are concerned, Mia is still tops. Said Nelson Rockefeller last week, before winging off to the U.S. Governors' Conference in Puerto Rico: "I am very fond of her, and I am delighted that Steve is over there with her. Whatever they decide is all right with us." This week the Rasmussens announced the engagement, happily began plans for a late summer wedding.
Suddenly peaking up in Manhattan, world-topping, beekeeping Sir Edmund Hillary of New Zealand allowed that he hankers to tangle with the Abominable Snowman of the Himalayas before he roams no more. Co-conqueror of Mount Everest, traverser of Antarctica, Writer-Apiarist Hillary is primarily interested in returning to the Himalayas in order to observe the physiological adjustment of men, especially their lungs, to high altitudes. Sir Edmund is convinced that some hitherto unclassified "creature" lurks in the high snows between India and Tibet, possibly a primate, perhaps a breed of bear or ape, definitely real and an "evil spirit" to the natives of those regions: the "yeti." Hillary's closest previous brush with a yeti came on his 1952 Himalayan expedition when a Sherpa guide handed him a hank of coarse yeti hair, then snatched it from him, shouted "Bad!" and tossed it over a sheer precipice.
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