It started as a party and ended as a brawl, but this Hollywood party was different: the actors behaved, the employes behaved like actors. About 4 a.m. at Errol Flynn's 32nd birthday party, the butler, lent for the occasion by Barbara Mutton, squared off with the actor's secretary and standin, who had once been a butler himself. The Hutton butler, said the Flynn standin, swung first. The Hutton butler, from his hospital bed, said no. The Flynn stand-in said the Hutton butler had called him a name. The Hutton butler remembered little. Flynn stood up for his standin, Miss Hutton backed her butler, but it looked as if nothing would really come of it except the butler's broken head.

From England, where pictures of the younger generation at play are rare these days, came two substitutes, rare in their own way: a shot of grizzle-bearded, 50-year-old Philosopher C. E. M. Joad giving his portly all in a London field-hockey match; a shot of 63-year-old Lady Nancy Astor footing it featly at the opening of bomb-blasted Plymouth's summer season.

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