Birthday. Poet Carl Sandburg; his 60th; in Harbert, Mich. Said he: "I want to live to see what results from the wonderful contradiction in the Chinese scene where the Bank of England, the Standard Oil Co. and Soviet Russia all would like to defeat the Japanese."

Married. Gertrude Bennett, 17, Michigan State Normal College student, daughter of Harry H. Bennett, Ford's hard-boiled personnel director and plant police head; to Russell Hughes, 21, tap dancer and trap drummer. Chubby Gertrude's abrupt disappearance, after the receipt by Bennett of several phoned and mailed threats in recent months, the last "particularly nasty in its implications," made Bennett fear kidnapping. Federal agents were notified, a search begun. But Miss Bennett had merely eloped to Florida.

Married. Lucy Tew, daughter of Manhattan Socialites Mr. & Mrs. William H. Tew; to tall, slender Georgian Prince Georges Dadiani, Parisian perfumer (Matchabelli); in an hour-long Eastern Orthodox service; in Manhattan.

Married. Meyer Robert Guggenheim, 53, baldish, four-time-wedded member of the copper-operating dynasty; to Rebecca Pollard Van Lennep, 34, pretty divorcee of less than a week; aboard his yacht, Firenze, moored at Miami Beach, Fla.

Sued for Divorce. Beryl Clutterbuck Markham, tall, blonde "flying mother," onetime horse trainer in British Kenya, first woman to fly solo east-to-west across the Atlantic; by Film Producer Mansfield Markham; in London.

Divorced. Alfonso, Count of Covadonga, hemophilic former Crown Prince of Spain; by dark Marta Rocafort, his second Cuban wife within a year; in Havana.

Assassinated. James Leslie Starkey, 50, famed British archeologist; near Jerusalem. Driving in from his excavations at Lachish, he was halted by a band of Arabs, dragged from his car, shot.

Died. Eduardo Justo, 28, son of Argentine President Agustin P. Justo; in an Argentine army plane crackup; near the flooded Itacumbu River in northwestern Uruguay. Eduardo Justo's deathmates: one colonel, three lieutenant colonels, one major, one lieutenant, one radio operator.

Died. Edward J. Cattell, Si, onetime novelist (The Mills of God, To the Healing of the Sea), latterly a portly, bewhiskered Philadelphia wit; in the Manufacturers and Bankers Club, in the Broad Street window of which he had become a permanent fixture, waving to all who passed. Short time before he had said: "When I see a pretty girl and don't look twice, it'll be time to call the Coroner.''

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