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Deep in the heart of Texas as a ranch guest of Senate Majority Leader Lyndon Johnson, Tennessee's prowling Democratic Senator Estes Kefauver showed that he can shoot as straight as Tennessee's Davy Crockett--even without his coonskin hat. Hunter Kefauver blasted at a duck with a shotgun, scored a clean miss.

But he also took in hand Johnson's own powerful .300 Magnum rifle with a telescopic sight and brought down a ten-point buck deer, at 309 paces, with a bullet right through the heart. Exulted Democrat Johnson: "The best deer killed in this part of the country this season!" Later, spic and span except for a spot of blood on his khaki pants, Hunter Kefauver met newsmen with his feat in his mouth, neatly tied the story in with his White House yearnings: "If I get down and start seeking [the presidential nomination], I hope I have that same sort of telescopic lens." After reading some of his witty, wise verses and quoting from his autobiographical i--a series of non-lectures, aging (61) Poet e. e. cummings, a solo performer in a Washington art gallery, was asked about the mystery of his aversion to capital letters. Said he precisely: "i use capitals ONLY for emphasiis. after all, that's what they were invented for, weren't they?" On departing to join "Operation Deepfreeze," his fifth Antarctic expedition, lean Rear Admiral (ret.) Richard Evelyn Byrd, 67, unwarily recalled: "No woman has ever set foot on Little America . the most silent and peaceful place in the world." By the time he reached Dallas on his way to New Zealand, lady pickets awaited him. In high good humor, they waved signs protesting his womanless haven. Explorer Byrd smiled wanly.

Movie Director John Huston, 49, mused about $20 million--the bagatelle needed, in Huston's opinion, for a gentleman to live properly: "My life span would probably be lengthened. It's only trying to make $20 million that cuts short a man's years. Spending it would be healthy." After some five years away from Broadway, Chicago-born Dancer Katherine Dunham, 45, who elevated burlesque's bumps and grinds to highbrow respecta bility as Afro-Caribbean choreography, returned with her troupe to Manhattan, drew regrets from encore-cheering audi ences that her revue is booked for only a four-week run.

--Washington's "good music" Radio Sta tion WGMS beamed out the world pre miere of a recording made in the U.S. by a recent visitor, Russian Pianist Emil Gilels (TIME, Oct. 17). On hand as the disk's jockey: Supreme Court Justice Wil liam O. Douglas, a persistent advocate of U.S. -Soviet cultural exchanges ever since his 8,000-mile jaunt about the U.S.S.R.

last summer. Douglas' glowing introduction of the record (Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto in B Flat Minor, RCA Victor): "Here indeed is a great pianist, probably the world's greatest. His piano always sings at his touch. Mr. Gilels comes here not as a Soviet representative but as an artist ... as a symbol of the world's artistic unity." Thanksgiving morning was purely routine in the mansion of Washington's Hostess-with the-Mostes' Perle Mesta, until her curious houseboy spotted a strange pushbutton in the kitchen, touched it. Soon, in answer to the robbery alarm, Perle, unprepared for an impromptu party, was visited by a horde of uninvited guests--six uniformed cops, two detectives, two alarmed men from the alarm company. Ever the soul of aplomb, ex-Minister to Luxembourg Mesta excb'ned it all, graciously bade a happy holiday to her callers.

Chief Justice Earl Warren and his wife Nina, whose youngest daughter "Honey Bear" (TIME, Nov. 14) conquered paralytic polio as a teenager, visited a Washington hospital to offer cheer and encouragement to child victims of the disease.

Warren, honorary chairman of next year's March of Dimes campaign in the District of Columbia, promised one small boy patient, a scissors-sharpening entrepreneur, to try to dig up a dull pair for honing (10-c-).

In a Moscow theater, French existentialist Playwright Jean-Paul Sartre's The Respectful Prostitute, with some minor changes made by Political Mugwump Sartre himself, was regaling Soviet audiences, but hiding behind the odd alias of Lizzie McKay. Reason for the title change, according to Sartre's secretary: "There is no good Russian equivalent for 'respectful prostitute.' "*

* In Russia's lexicon, prostitute is such a dirty word that it cannot be laundered by an adjective.

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