Complaining that except for $2,000 doled out to him since his marriage last summer he has been limited to just $100 a month in living expenses since 1930, blind. British-born Radio Pianist Alec Templeton (Bach Goes to Town, The Shortest Wagnerian Opera} sued his parents for an accounting of his $200,000 earnings, and to restrain them from using any power of attorney he may have signed "without knowing what the paper was."

Lecturing his way across the Deep South, suave, wavy-haired Archduke Otto von Habsburg passed a night at Meridian, Miss.'s Lamar Hotel. After he left next day the management got a frantic letter from his secretary. Count von Degenfeld: would they please forward pronto to Austin, Tex. a nightshirt--snowy broadcloth and with Habsburg crest on the pocket--which His Royal Highness had left behind?

In Key West, Mrs. Jimmy Walker (formerly Dancer Betty Compton) failed to get her divorce (TIME. Feb. 24) after all, ended by having to pay court costs. Asking what she meant when she told newshawks earlier this year "there is not a rift in the cloud" of her married life, the judge declared her "pleadings and proofs" against New York City's onetime mayor and present clothing-industry boss "support at best a case of incompatibility and not a case of extreme cruelty within the meaning of the law in Florida. Incompatibility is not a ground for divorce in this State." Mrs. Walker forthwith filed another petition. Charge: extreme cruelty.

Opening an office on Washington's busy Wisconsin Avenue, curly-headed Jane Acheson, daughter of New Dealing Assistant Secretary of State Dean Acheson, and two other resourceful careerists announced a new super-personal service bureau (called "As You Like It") which would entertain dull guests, mind babies, and put out the cat as ably as it carried clogs to the cobbler (see ait).

Illustrator Joseph St. Amand staggered out of a Los Angeles cinema where he had just beheld legsome Susan Hayward in Adam Had Four Sons (see p. 93), summoned all his superlatives, and announced the formation of a "Perfect Legs Institute of America," for which he (and a corps of press agents) demanded that Cinemactress Susan be drafted as president. Geewhizzed Artist St. Amand, who envisages a comprehensive "Academy of Feminine Perfection" as a sort of penultimate holding company of compelling female corporeality: "Not only does she have perfect legs; she has the poise and the intellect necessary to act as the leader of the institute."

Too busy propheteering for Moral ReArmament to write his stockbroker father oftener than every six weeks (and then in letters "full of religious fervor"), elegant little British Davis Cup Tennist Henry Wilfred ("Bunny") Austin suffered public paternal rebuke. Cried Austin pere to London's press: "I have not answered his letters because there is nothing I can usefully say. I have been told I ought to be proud of Bunny for his good work. I should be much prouder if I were taking him to Buckingham Palace to receive the D. F. C."

Rather than go back to Nazi-ruled Prague when her U. S. visitor's permit expires, trig, 19-year-old Vera Hruba, who holds the figure-skating championship of Czecho-Slovakia and skates prettily in U. S. cabarets, proclaimed from Chicago last January that she would accept an American suitor. Twenty-five hundred U. S. males saw her picture in the paper, scribbled letters. Still Vera held off. Last week, the Government proposed to her and she accepted: she will re-enter the country under the Czech quota.

Informed that an old arithmetic book once used by Vice President Henry A. Wallace could be had for $5 at a Des Moines bookstall, Iowa's Republican Senate magnanimously voted to spend the five dollars.

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