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A glittering delegation from the baseball and entertainment worlds affectionately paid homage on NBC-TV to the matriarch of the U.S. theater, Actress Ethel Barrymore, 78. The tasteful mish-maash of misty-eyed reminiscence deeply affected Actress Barrymore. She got a warm message from Sir Winston Churchill, orated by Cinemactor David Niven. Day before the show, inveterate Baseball Fan Barrymore, taking it easy in a wheelchair during tiring rehearsals, batted the breeze with Daughter Ethel Barrymore Colt and some diamond luminaries who later took part in the TV salute--Los Angeles Dodgers Catcher Roy Campanella, NBC Sport Consultant Leo ("The Lip" ) Durocher, The New York Yankees' crusty Manager Casey Stengel, and the World Champion Milwaukee Braves' Manager Fred Honey.

On the opening day of Maryland's goose-hunting season, federal game wardens swooped down on an Eastern Shore passel of 15 hunters, discovered that the surrounding corn field was illegally baited. Among the gunners in the wardens' bag: Lieut. General Edward T. Williams, deputy chief of the Continental Army Command at Fort Monroe. Va., and Major General Rinaldo Van Brunt, Second Army chief of staff at Fort Meade. Md. Maximum penalty (if the baiting rap can be hung on the generals): a $500 fine, six months in jail.

Anti-Prohibitionist (illegal beer and hooch) Roger ("Terrible") Touhy, 59, in stir since 1933 for the Chicago snatch of Con Man John ("Jake the Barber") Factor, drew closer to freedom. Illinois' Republican Governor William G. Stratton cut Touhy's 99-year stretch to 72 years, thus making Terrible eligible for springing in August 1959.

In his Texas home at Uvalde, onetime Vice President John Nance ("Cactus Jack'') Garner turned 89, struck a pose of grizzled gumption for a birthday photo. His birthday program: a few "blows for liberty" (bourbon and branch water), no outing, many visitors.

In the Hotel George V in Paris, green-bathrobed Moviemaker Darryl F. Zanuck told the New York Herald Tribune's Columnist Art Buchwald how he rated Author Ernest Hemingway as a movie critic. Film in point: Zanuck's screen version of Papa's The Sun Also Rises (TIME, Sept. 2). Hemingway was quoted in the London Sunday Dispatch as saying: "I saw Darryl Zanuck's splashy Cook's tour of Europe's lost-generation bistros, bull fights and more bistros. It's all pretty disappointing, and that's being gracious. You're meant to be in Spain and all you see walking around are nothing but Mexicans. Pretty silly." Taking a firm stand on his footage, Producer Zanuck snapped: "A lousy thing to say. He doesn't have the right to destroy publicly something he's been paid money for [none for the movie, $15,000 for the 1926 book]." Warming to his Sun, Zanuck added bitterly: "If the picture doesn't satisfy Hemingway, he should read the book again because then the book won't satisfy him. I don't think he saw the picture. I think someone told him about it."

At a Chicago fund-raising fiesta aimed at giving chronically indigent Poetry Magazine a dollar transfusion, cerebral Bollingen Prizewinning Poet John Crowe Ransom helped dredge up more than $20,000 (mostly in donations), read some "rather grim" Ransom works to the audience of 750, then sat back to enjoy an auction of books and literary curios. Most curious curio, one of a batch of letters sent over the years to various magazine editors: a terse note from Calvin Coolidge to Sumner Blossom, onetime editor of American Magazine. Wrote Cautious Cal: "I have not written anything on the subject to which you refer and do not expect to write anything on it. In giving you this information I am trusting that you will not make any improper use of it."

Stepping off a ship in Manhattan, Florentine Artist Pietro Annigoni, whose straightforward canvases are as unminced as his words, quickly ticked off a number of his benighted contemporaries and their works. Of protean Pablo Picasso: "Bad for art; he desires to destroy much of the old tradition." Of the late Henri Matisse: "A good decorator; a good designer for fabrics." Of Salvador Dali, generally regarded as one of the world's best living draftsmen: "A genius of publicity. He can't draw." His jaundiced view of abstract art: "We're watching the end of it!" What's wrong with art critics? "Most of them are too superficial."

Britain's aging (78) Author E. M. Forster spoke out to the London Magazine on the subject of aging: "I reserve the right to be frightened at the thought of my own death and to mourn the deaths of those whom I have loved or haven't even known. The present century has become too curt over bereavement just as the 19th century was too expansive over it." Who really knew how to mourn? "The Greeks. They wept, they recovered, they recalled." What is old age? "Both by its practitioners and by its observers, it is approached too rhetorically and on too sustained a note--the whine of the gnat, the organ pedal diapasoning, the boom of the bittern, are among its musical accompaniments. The old person is assumed, and often affects to be, all of a piece--disgusting, pitiful, pretentious, peevish, noble, ingratiating, moody, and so on. It is really more varied, a seductive combination of increased wisdom and decaying powers."

In line with Buckingham Palace's policy of treating the British royal family's private affairs as top secrets, little was known about the tenth wedding anniversary of Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip except that they observed the occasion with a small dinner party (menu undisclosed), saw a movie (title undisclosed), had a few folks in (names undisclosed) and exchanged some gifts. This was enough to give London's gossipists a field day. They variously reported that Philip gave the Queen a piece of jewelry designed by himself, a big bouquet of white carnations, a gleaming electric kettle that puckishly seemed to combine a private joke with their "tin" anniversary. Parlaying the secrecy, London's Sunday Express knowingly surmised that the royal family was shocked and dismayed when Princess Margaret skipped out for a theater party, failed to appear at the palace festivities until just before they ground to a midnight halt.

On a hunting expedition in Missouri, baseball's grandest unretired old (41) man, New York Yankee Outfielder Enos Slaughter, trailed his two companions and their setters by about 10 yds. Suddenly the two other hunters heard a thud just behind them. Whirling around, they saw Slaughter grinning and, a later paced-off 30 ft. from him, a rabbit kicking its last. Said Marksman Slaughter: "Well, you wouldn't want me shooting back here, so I just whomped it with a rock." Then he modestly added: "Shucks, it wasn't moving!"

The prolific chronicler of Dixie doxies and other low-lifers, Author Erskine (Tobacco Road) Caldwell, was asked by syndicated Columnist-Inquisitor Mike Wallace: "Will sex defeat segregation [in the South]?" Observer Caldwell not only replied yes, but answered so positively that he may be suspected by some Southerners of being a cryptocarpetbagger. His prophecy: "Eventually you'll have an amalgamation of the two races in the South. Nature itself knows no distinctions between human beings, no matter what language they speak or what color their skin is. The racial conflicts in the South will eventually and quietly be dissolved by nature--by the forces of procreation."

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