After nine weeks of intermittent babysitting in Manhattan, Grandpa Harry Truman and Grandma Bess were sad and glad to be relieved of their duties. They hustled little Clifton Daniel, 3, and his brother William, I, down to a pier where the boys' parents, Margaret Truman Daniel and New York Timesman Clifton Daniel Jr., disembarked from the liner United States after a European tour.

Comely Athina Livanos Onassis, 29, heiress-apparent to two Greek shipping fortunes, scuttled her claim to one (her husband's), retained her interest in the larger (her father's). "Tina" excitedly chattered the news to a friend, inquiring Hearst Gossipist Igor ("Cholly Knickerbocker") Cassini, who reached her by phone in Paris, where she is luxuriating with her two children by Shipping Czar Aristotle Socrates Onassis, 54. In mid-June, Tina spent a profitably unprofitable day in Alabama, got an uncontested divorce and custody of the kids from "Ari." She asked no alimony. Ground: mental cruelty. Tina now has no admitted plans to wed anyone, not even her most constant recent escort, handsome young Venezuelan Moneybags Reinaldo Herrera Jr. In Milan stormy Soprano Maria Callas, 36, legally separated from her Italian husband and widely billed as the other woman in the Onassis breakup, said primly: "I can only confirm that a very tender and affectionate friendship still exists between Mr. Onassis and me."

When shady Financier Serge Rubinstein was strangled to death in his Manhattan town house five years ago, some estimates set the draft dodger's fortune as high as $10 million. Last week a state tax appraisal deflated the figure to a mere $1,497,483. The bulk of it went to two daughters by his divorced wife Laurette, with bequests of $10,000 each to Rubinstein's butler, two secretaries and a great and good friend, blonde sometime Singer Betty Reed, now 31.

Returned to her home at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, after three weeks in Walter Reed Medical Center with acute asthmatic bronchitis: Mamie Eisenhower, 63.

In its twelfth annual Emmy awards ceremony, the National Academy of Television Arts and Sciences handed highest acting honors to two foreigners for their U.S. television debuts. The toppers: Sir Laurence Olivier in Talent Associates-NBC's The Moon and Sixpence, Ingrid Bergman in NBC's The Turn of the Screw. To Writer Rod Serling went his fourth Emmy for his Twilight Zone series, which he also narrated, on CBS.

To help it raise money for taxes, friends of the London Library put several prized manuscripts on the block of a local auctioneer. The final handwritten draft of A Passage to India, the great West-confronts-East novel by E. M. Forster, was knocked down for $18,200--said to be the highest price ever paid for a living author's manuscript. The buyer, a Manhattan rare books dealer, also picked up (for another client) a hand copy of T. S. Eliot's The Wasteland, faithfully duplicated by the poet in his own script because the original--last seen many years ago in Manhattan--is missing and presumed lost. Price: $7,840.

Some nine years after he was removed from his Far Eastern Command, General of the Army Douglas MacArthur, 80, is still a most respected U.S. citizen in Japanese eyes. In his suite in Manhattan's Waldorf Towers last week, MacArthur received a Japanese diplomat, who gave the old soldier the highest decoration that Japan ever confers upon a foreigner who is not a head of state: the Grand Cordon of the Order of the Rising Sun with Paulownia Flowers. Said MacArthur: "I can recall no parallel in history where a great nation recently at war has so distinguished its former enemy commander."

Ill lay: Columnist-TV Impresario Ed Sullivan, 57, who, having taped enough of his Sunday evening shows to last out the summer, was mending in a Manhattan hospital after removal of a chronic duodenal ulcer that had plagued him for some 25 years; Driver Stirling Moss, 30, bedded in a London hospital with two broken legs, a broken nose and a crushed vertebra after cracking up in a practice spin for the Belgian Grand Prix--but promising, as befits the world's best hell-for-rubber speed merchant, that he will go "straight back to racing" when his injuries heal.

In his high-fee portraiture and many other of his paintings of ladies, Dutch-born Paris Artist Kees Van Dongen, 83, has never made a secret of his profitable penchant to "paint women slimmer than they are and their jewels fatter." In the '20s, Dongen enhanced this effect in the fashion of the age, often painted his women with short-shingled hair, excessive eye and lip makeup. Making a small sensation in Manhattan last week, U.S. Designer Norman Norell trotted out his fall collection, featuring elegant divided skirts. He expressed his due appreciation for his show's success to the lusty old Dutchman. Just to illustrate his historic point, Norell posed several models before a Dongen work that he has long owned, achieved a nostalgic resemblance between the modern girls and a Dongen doll in the Venice of 40 years ago.

The worst homecoming present that Bridegroom Antony Armstrong-Jones got on his return to London from his Caribbean honeymoon was news that his well-tailored effigy had mysteriously vanished from Madame Tussaud's famed wax museum. Last week, in an outdoor phone booth only a mile from Madame's, the waxen Tony was found. When "Tony" was escorted back to the waxworks, London bystanders did several double takes at what appeared to be Princess Margaret's true love on his way home after an extremely rough night.

Completing his freshman year at Oxford, Auberon Waugrt, 20-year-old son of Author Evelyn Waugh, established himself an heir to his father's literary precocity by announcing that his first novel will be published in September. Theme: "Terrible mother-son hatred." Title: The Foxglove Saga. "I didn't want to call it something disgustingly contemporary like Rushing Nowhere or Rotten Men."

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