Monday, May. 07, 1951

Migratory Labor

In a detour from her singing career, Margaret Truman went to Hollywood to try her voice at radio drama, playing the wife of Cinemactor James Stewart in an adaptation of the movie Jackpot on NBC's Screen Directors' Playhouse. Despite a few carping notices from critics who seemed to be angling for letters from the White House, Actress Truman (who earned a fat $2,000 fee for her debut) turned in a surprisingly competent performance, committed no fluffs. (Actor Stewart, who got second billing on the show, made three.) Asked about rumors of a possible movie career, Margaret Truman said cautiously that she wouldn't mind at all.

Field Marshal Sir Claude Auchinleclc, veteran of World War II's western desert campaign, former commander in chief of British Forces in India, announced that he was going into business near Karachi, Pakistan, had already found a likely spot for his rug-weaving factory.

Back from a two-month vacation in Europe, Broadway's Katharine Cornell, who had always said she would not do a movie until the right part came along, announced that she had finally found it in Author Cecil Woodham-Smith's new biography, Florence Nightingale.

Comedian Bob Hope arrived for a two-week engagement in London with his working party of four gagwriters, two radio technicians, a producer, a secretary, two agents, a radio station executive, a sponsor and Singer Marilyn Maxwell. At a party in their honor after opening night,

Hope shuffled grimly through his first attempt at the Lambeth Walk, then gagged it up again with Singer Maxwell, for photographers, who just happened to be waiting for such a scene.

A Ringing In The Ears

An article about Gayelord (molasses & yogurt) Hauser in Cosmopolitan threw a faint ray of light on the dietitian's onetime romance with Greta Garbo. "She was lonely, shy . . ." wrote Ernest Lehman. "Gayelord was gregarious, expansive and as full of self-confidence as he was of vegetable juice ... He supervised her diet, her health, her mode of living. They made garlic juice together."

In a Los Angeles court, his wife charged L. Ron Hubbard, 40, disciple and founder of dianetics, "the modern science of mental health," with bigamy, cruelty and "systematic torture." He is also a paranoid schizophrenic, she added, and she wants a divorce.

The Chamber of Commerce meeting in Springfield, Mo. saw a fleeting example of a well-known family temper. Looking at a civil defense pamphlet on the atom bomb, an insurance agent quipped: "They ought to drop one of these on Old Harry." At this, Major General (ret.) Ralph Truman, 70-year-old cousin of the President, aimed a roundhouse right, missed the agent, but knocked off his hat before the two were separated.

The critics who complained that, for a young mother, Princess Elizabeth was away from home too much, could quiet down for a spell. After a two-week visit in Rome with husband Prince Philip, she landed back at London airport where little Prince Charles was waiting with a welcome-home kiss, and photographers were waiting to snap it. Foiled by Elizabeth, who gave her son a hearty hug in the privacy of the plane, they had to settle for a more dignified picture of royalty. At his first press conference in Paris, Defense Mobilizer Charles E. Wilson began: "I have come to talk things over with General MacArthur . . ." gulped, then corrected his tongue-slip, "... I mean with General Eisenhower."

To Remember You By

A Los Angeles judge agreed that the grave of Showman Earl Carroll, in Forest Lawn cemetery, could be decorated with a new monument. He authorized the estate to pay $10,000 for a near-life-sized bronze statue of a winged nude, completed by Sculptor Adolf Alexander Weinman in 1915 and called Wings of Hope.

Toronto's Public Works Commission was trying to decide whether to erect a $3,000 bronze statue of Mary Pickford. The design, already approved by the home-town girl who made good in Hollywood, is a four-foot-high, eight-year-old lass with dangling Pickford curls.

From the Japanese Foreign Office to Sweden's King Gustaf VI Adolf went an airmailed gift: photographs of a sturdy pine tree which Gustaf planted in a Kyoto temple garden 25 years ago when he was Crown Prince.

Fort Worth Publisher Amon Giles Carter, undisputed king of Texas boosters, checked into Manhattan's old Ritz-Carlton Hotel for the last time before the building is torn down to make way for a 25-story office building. As a farewell gesture, he decided that a party was in order, called for his two favorite waiters, who had served him on his trips to Manhattan for the past 30 years, took them to dinner at the Stork Club, topped off the evening with a nightclub show.

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