Two years after she was properly introduced to international society with a $250,000 blowout at the Country Club of Detroit, and following art classes in Florence, Charlotte Ford, 20, self-starting daughter of Automaker Henry Ford II, came to Manhattan for the best of everything. Hired to help separate the chic from the gauche for the prestigious decorating firm of McMillen Inc., the shapely new Ford breadwinner will toil a five-day (9t05) week, room with two friends in an upper East Side apartment. "Miss Ford," announced her socialite boss, Eleanor Brown, "will have equal rank with our staff members who have had special training in interior design. We feel that her exceptional background, education and travel entitle her to this consideration." Financial consideration: undivulged.
University of Chicago Law School Graduate Abraham Ribicoff (cum laude, 1933) glanced through the program of the American Council of Education's annual meeting just before taking the rostrum for his address as Secretary of Health, Education and Welfare. The purpose of the Washington session, said the brochure, was to stimulate cooperation in education--and Ribicoff laughed sourly. Tossing aside his canned speech, he began scolding the presidents and deans of some 1,000 colleges. "I don't think you really care about education or are going to do anything about it. I don't know that you're ever going to solve the problems of education by coming to meetings like this." Where were the educators, Ribicoff asked, when his bills needed help in Congress. "Each of you was in his own compartment looking for support for his own programs and interests and were not interested in doing something for education as a whole. And education was done in." Like errant first-graders, some 75 of the educators next day declared that Ribicoff was right--and urged the council to support federal aid to public elementary and high schools next year.
"When I was younger, less secure and less repulsive," confided Britain's best-selling Poet John Betjeman, 55, to Associated Press Confessor Eddy Gilmore, "I used to wear modern things. But now I look at the best-dressed men and wear exactly the opposite." So crowing, the latter-day Victorian and crusading architectural antiquarian modeled the glory of his ragbag wardrobe: a morning suit originally made for U.S. Novelist Henry James --who died in, London 45 years ago. "It's wonderful to wear his clothes." beamed Fellow Author Betjeman. "I didn't need a single alteration. But I must confess that I feel a little unworthy." As if his radio transmitter were stuck in mid-orbit, Soviet Cosmonaut Sherman Titov last August repeatedly exulted, "I am eagle, I am eagle . . ." Last week a report newly published by two Russian scientists revealed that Titov had also been as seasick as a puppy during the 25-hour flight. Although the Siberian-born jet jockey spun his dials satisfactorily despite the malaise and disorientation, the Russian experts admitted what many physiologists have long suspected: that the human capacity to endure prolonged weightlessness remains to be proved.
California's brooding, butterfly-bellied Phil Hill, 34, who became the first world's road-racing champion from the U.S. in the Italian Grand Prix that killed
Teammate Count Wolfgang von Trips, was sidelined with the rest of the Ferrari contingent during last weekend's U.S. Grand Prix at Watkins Glen, N.Y. Asked if he was through with racing, the son of a late Santa Monica postmaster throttled his interrogator with a question of his own: "Isn't it a fine thing that Von Trips died doing something he loved, without any suffering, without any warning?" Hill's clincher: "Only when I love motor racing less will my own life be worth more to me, and only then will I be less willing to risk it."
Fortnight after her death from cancer at 61, the will of Cinemactress Marion Davies ultraconservatively revealed assets "in excess of $8,000,000." To her husband Captain Horace G. Brown, the ex-cop and mariner with whom she ricocheted into marriage after the 1951 death of her great and good friend, William Randolph Hearst, she bequeathed a monthly income of $3,000. Dividing the bulk of her residual estate: a sister, a nephew, a niece wedded to Cinemactor Arthur ("Dagwood") Lake.
No sooner had Bobby Kennedy and Protocol Chief Angier Biddle Duke led an Executive-branch exodus from Washington's segregated Metropolitan Club (which excludes African ambassadors, reprimanded ex-Assistant Secretary of Labor George Cabot Lodge for inviting a Negro luncheon guest) than top Presidential Assistant McGeorge Bundy ponied up the initiation fee (usually about $600) to fill the highly prized gap.* Explained the Boston-born erstwhile dean of the Harvard faculty, who, as a member of a new Administration, got into the elect without the accustomed ten-year waiting period: "This is a problem of personal judgment."
Lest the fifth in succession to the British throne be a titleless blighter named Jones, Queen Elizabeth II named her expecting brother-in-law, Antony Armstrong-Jones, 31, to the Earldom of Snowdon. If Princess Margaret's soon-to-be-born is a son, he will take the subsidiary title Viscount Linley; if a daughter, she will be known as Lady (Christian name) Armstrong-Jones. The expectant mother's new designation: Her Royal Highness the Princess Margaret, Countess of Snowdon. While the onetime society photographer publicly accepted "with great pleasure," the British press and public mourned the loss of a commoner. Wondered the Daily Mirror (which promised to continue referring to him as "Mr. Jones, or, better still, Tony"): "Why disguise this sensible and modest young chap in tinsel and ermine?" After investigating Mayor Robert Wagner's chicanery a la king luncheon that skinned $25,000 in campaign contributions from 43 fat cats in the construction and real estate business (TIME, Oct. 6), the New York City Board of Ethics ruled the shakedown legal but "offensive to proper ethical standards." The finding by the Wagner-appointed body (whose chairman himself kicked in $100 to the Democratic crusade) was greeted as a "moral indictment" by Republican Candidate Louis J. Lefkowitz. Incumbent Bob Wagner seemed to agree: he had already accepted the resignation of the city planning commissioner presiding at the shindig, disgorged the $25,000 table scraps right back to the donors.
*Joining such regulars as ex-Secretary of State Dean Acheson, CIA Director Allen Dulles and Jacqueline Kennedy's stepfather, Hugh Auchincloss. President Kennedy has received an ex-officio honorary membership, which he has neither accepted nor declined.
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