The sort of ordeal that triggers the adrenalin of angry young men afflicted Britain's young (30) Playwright John (Look Back in Anger) Osborne. It became known that a television producer had rejected Osborne's very first TV effort, with a broad hint that it was amateurish. Abed with flu. Osborne grumped unsportingly: "Television is to the theater what etching is to oils." Then word leaked that still another producer had bounced the same script. Snarled Osborne: "What was a private negotiation has now become a public sport. I shall withdraw it.'' But he did not have to; he already had it back.

In California's San Quentin, Convict-Author Caryl (Cell 2455, Death Row) Chessman, 38, and a score of other condemned men gathered in their recreation room to watch the Rose Bowl football game (see SPORT) on television. Next thing guards knew, Kidnaper-Rapist Chessman and several other cons were pummeling one of their number who, even on death row, is a pariah to his fellow prisoners. By the time the brawl was stopped, the TV set lay smashed on the floor. Chessman, who has a date with the gas chamber in mid-February (his eighth such appointment set in the past twelve years), now faces an isolation penalty (maximum: 30 days) for his part in the Donnybrook.

Just when Roman gossips all but had Iran's beautiful ex-Queen Soraya married off to Italy's suave Prince Raimondo Orsini, Soraya, 27, effectively stilled the wagging tongues. With Orsini nowhere in sight, she traipsed off to Switzerland and the courtly attentions of well-to-do German Industrialist Harold von Bohlen und Halbach, 43. In St. Moritz, skiing by day and dancing far into cozy candlelit nights, Soraya and her companion appeared to be verging on a beautiful friend ship. Was it romance? The only clue came from the tall, blondish bachelor, who turned to a lone newsman at a hotel bar, wagged a finger and cryptically volunteered: "I've been in Russian prison camps for eleven years and know what freedom is worth!"

An interested visitor at the Truman Library in Independence, Mo., two-year-old Clifton Truman Daniel, self-nicknamed "Kiffie." was trailed by watchful Grandpa Harry S. Truman as the lad explored the building. Chuckled Harry later and a bit breathlessly: "I had to go some to keep up with him!"

The co-conqueror of Mount Everest, New Zealand's beekeeping Sir Edmund Hillary, was again planning to get above it all in the high Himalayas. Grubstaked with a tidy $200,000 from Chicago Publisher Bailey Howard (World Book Encyclopedia), Sir Edmund will attempt the most grueling mountaineering feat ever tried--to climb hazardous Mount Makalu (27,790 ft. and the world's fifth highest peak) without benefit of oxygen equipment. To prepare for the endeavor, Hillary and the other climbers plan to winter at 20,000 ft. Along the way Sir Edmund hopes to bump into an Abominable Snowman (TIME. Aug. 10), drop him with a tranquilizer shot from a hypodermic gun, in order to become better acquainted.

Although he is getting more and more mail urging him to run for President, Arkansas' segregationist Democratic Governor Orval E. Faubus hedged on the question of entering the race. He allowed that his chances of grabbing the Democratic nomination are cotton-pickin' bad--but "I'm a pretty good campaigner. I could talk to the people. Some of the state ments you hear from the candidates are so ambiguous, you can't tell what they are talking about." Before taking to a court in Manhattan's Madison Square Garden, Tennis Pros Althea Gibson and Karol Fageros checked their makeup just as any other ladies would. Considered today the world's best woman player, Althea breezed through Karol in their exhibition match -- the required eight games to Karol's three.

To further the development of a com pletely phonetic English alphabet, the late Playwright George Bernard Shaw provided in his will for prize money to be awarded to alphabetterers who could successfully bring one-letter, one-sound order out of the present 26-letter pandemonium.

Last week the public trustee of G.B.S.'s estate announced a four-way tie for a $1,400 prize that had been sought by 467 contestants. The four winning systems, none of which was adjudged completely satisfactory by three learned judges, contain scriggly new letters ranging in number from 40 to 45. An effort will now be launched to combine the best features of each into a final form, but it all seemed to confirm the long expressed view of Shaw's good friend, Lady Astor, who had a word for Shaw's entire will: "Ridiculous!" It is doubtful that the English or anyone else will ever officially adopt an alphabetic monster that at best is bound to congeal as a potpourri of Arabic, Pit man shorthand and Sanskrit, myopically scrawled in mirror writing, thus: :

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