"I don't feel inclined to write any more about the so-called Southern belle," announced the taboogeyman of the theater, Tennessee Williams, 50, ringing down what sounded like a second-act curtain on his stock character in trade. In London to catch up on West End theater after the Italian premiere of his newest play, The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Any More, Williams mused: "I don't think I feel as aggressive and belligerent about life as I used to. You might find what I call mysticism coming into things I write in the future." There also was an earthly matter he wanted to clarify: "Terence Rattigan and Noel Coward could buy me and sell me ten times over. I have so little money that it scares me. Why, I doubt if I'm worth more than $250,000."
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Leaving behind a trail of dust around Moscow's mile-long Hippodrome, U.S. horsewoman Mary Elizabeth Whitney Tippett, 54, goaded on her galloping troika to yells of "Molodets!" (Attagirl!) from the Muscovites lining the rail. The handsome owner of Virginia's $500,000 Llangollen stables, which she got from John Hay Whitney, the first of her four husbands, was in Russia on a very unproletarian job: to advise the Soviet Ministry of Agriculture on how to improve its entries in the sport of kings. "Horses," said Liz, "need no interpreters."
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Three years after his death at the age of 76, the will of Fleet Admiral William F. ("Bull") Halsey was probated in Manhattan surrogate court. The blunt, baseball-capped naval hero of World War II, who retired in 1947 to become an International Telephone & Telegraph Corp. executive and a successful dealer in surplus Navy oil tankers, left a bull-sized estate totaling $624,965.
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Awash up to her Plimsoll line in the Mediterranean, Brigitte Bardot, 27, was floating around lazily but spectacularly in a one-piece bikini and a leopard-spotted water mattress. Click! went a distant telescopic-lens camera, and France's sex kitten arched her back ever so cautiously. Her latest beau, Cinemactor Sami Frey, who has been a summer guest at her Saint-Tropez villa, recently blasted off another shutterbug with buckshot as he snapped away at BB from the rushes along the shore.
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"I will lift up mine eyes unto the pills. Nembutal yellow as buttercups, azure amytal and the purple benzedrine, slum-berol, and hey, ho, the valleyol. Life pills to keep you sterile and death pills for inducing permanent sleep and an open verdict." The dangers of drugs were everywhere in the headlines, and Malcolm Muggeridge, 59, the gadfly columnist of Britain's New Statesman, was not the man to let opportunity sleep. Continued Muggeridge, in a biting psalm for the pill takers of our time: "A pill a day keeps the druggist in pay. Pills for slimming, pills for fattening and pills for potency. They help athletes to run faster, scholars to secure higher marks, comedians to be funnier and lovers to be bolder."
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Five weeks after skipping $100,000 bail to avoid life imprisonment in the U.S. for wartime espionage, Convicted Soviet Spy Dr. Robert Soblen, 61, was refused asylum in Britain, as he had been in Israel. Expertly carving himself up with a steak knife as he was being returned to the U.S. aboard an El Al Israel Airlines jet, Soblen gained a stay in London, but British judges were unmoved by his plea of illness and persecution. Britain's Home Secretary told Parliament: "Dr. Soblen is a fugitive from a sentence imposed on him by the courts of a country whose life is based on democratic institutions and constitutional guarantees." Waiting to escort the spy the rest of the way home were two U.S. marshals, and the Justice Department made ready a bed in the Springfield, Mo., Medical Center for Federal Prisoners.
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"Seventeen years ago, dolling! I didn't know vat I vas doing! I vas still just a little Hungarian teen-ager," said a contrite Zsa Zsa Gabor in her heaviest sour-cream accent. Back in 1945, the most visible of Mamma Gabor's three girls had tossed a tantrum in Manhattan's El Morocco nightclub, wound up spitting in Owner John Perona's face, and was banned forevermore from the zebra-striped benches. Now, a year after the proprietor's death, Son Edwin Perona listened to the importuning of one of Zsa Zsa's beaux, agreed to relax the ban: "It's been a long time. She did some bad things in here, but a lot of people have done bad things in here."
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The kid was hanging around the bandstand at Disneyland, and so the bandleader thought it would be a gasser to see if he had a voice to go with the name. Up stepped Frank W. Sinatra, 18, and when he let go with I've Got You Under My Skin, he had the old nasal pitch and easy delivery. Sinatra's son, by a first marriage dissolved eleven years ago, is a drama student at Arizona State College, but he really wants to be a music man. What did dad think? "My father is not the kind of person who says much about things like this," said the Little Voice. "He just said, 'Good, good that's nice!'"
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Off on a four-day pack trip along the 9,200-ft. timber line in the High Sierras rode California's Governor Pat Brown, 53 relaxing from the rigors of his campaign against G.O.P. Challenger Richard Nixon. What was the name of his rented chestnut mare? asked newsmen as the Governor and his troop of 21 fellow campers clopped off into the wilds. "Richard," replied Brown, never the one to let gender interfere with a wisecrack. "I intend to ride him hard. And that's what I'm going to be doing for the next three months." Poor Daisy.
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Stepping off the train in Stockholm, Dwight Eisenhower knew reporters would be asking him about his 1960 remarks blaming Sweden's high suicide rate, drunkenness, and lack of ambition on its social welfare state. Ike's first words were: "Before anybody gets a chance to ask, I want to make clear that the remark about Sweden was based on what I had read in an American magazine. Since then, I have -had many friends who have returned from Sweden and told me that I was wrong. I admit it and apologize for my error." Later, touring a salvaged 17th century manofwar, Ike noted with a grin that the ship's lion figurehead had lost its tongue. "Maybe it would be better if some of us also didn't have one," he said.
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