The Family Circle

The young married set, some of them gadding around, stood to gain a member here and lose one there, but home life among the prominent was mostly on a pretty even keel.

Randolph Churchill, 37, only son of Winston and father of seven-year-old Winston II (by his first wife), got officially engaged to Miss June Osborne, 26, wasp-waisted blonde daughter of a British colonel.

Charles de Gaulle, first grandchild of Le Grand Charles, left the Dijon hospital where he arrived three weeks ago. Posing with his parents, Philippe and Henriette Marie, he appeared completely poised at his first brush with photographers (see cut).

Ingrid Bergman, whose eleven years of marriage (to a surgeon) stand as an example to Hollywood, made a little visit to Sweden--her first trip home in nine years. Romping about with husband Peter Lindstrom, she was caught in a snapshot (see cut) that would make a fine travel poster--or even a yeast ad.

Belgium's exiled King Leopold took a little time off from his tireless efforts to get back on the throne, and played some golf in Samaden, Switzerland, with wife Princess de Rethy.

Ellsworth ("Sonny Boy") Wisecarver, who delighted tabloid readers a few years ago by starting to run around with married women when he was only 14, was 19 now and getting a new view of home-wrecking. After 18 months of marriage, his wife went home to mother (she still thinks he is a "swell guy"). Sonny Boy considered the situation: "I guess I haven't been as good a husband as I should."

The Political Life

Britain's Prime Minister Clement Attlee, 65, ailing for six weeks with an ulcer, was ordered to cut down his smoking to two pipes a day. Forthwith he sent out for the biggest pipe that could be bought in London.

New York's Senator Robert Waigner, 71, who has frequently been called upon to deny reports that he would retire because of failing health (his last appearance in the Senate was May 27), wandered off his son's estate in East Islip, L.I. While police sent out an eight-state "missing" alarm, he gave an I.O.U. for a meal at a restaurant, borrowed $5 for train fare to Manhattan, was finally picked up in a Lexington Avenue restaurant. His doctor's diagnosis: temporary amnesia.

Iowa's Henry Wallace stopped his presidential campaign motorcade in Pittsburgh, hopped out and footed it for 20 minutes up & down a hillside.

California's Governor Earl Warren, 57, father of six, got an election-year posy. He was named one of the "most virile men in America" by an organization calling itself the International Artists Committee. Among the other he-men honored: Cinemactors Clark Gable, 47, and Victor ("Gorgeous Hunk of Man") Mature. Gushed the committee' s chairman: "They're positively loaded with hormones."

The Working Class

"Acting," confided Robert Morley, Co-Author-Star of Edward, My Son, Broadway's latest British import of delectable British corn, "is as easy as selling beer or vacuum cleaners." Being your own playwright, added Actor Morley, really makes the whole thing "quite simple. You write a large part for yourself, as I did . . . and wear the audience down. By the end of the evening they're reconciled to you."

Judith Anderson, now on the road with her hard-breathing Medea, admitted that she had worried about the costuming of the fate-tortured heroine. She wanted to wear the material that would best convey all the body movements to the audience. But she pooh-poohed the rumor that she considered playing Medea naked from the waist up (as Euripides intended): "My imagination never got quite that far ... Medea doesn't have the qualities of Lady Godiva."

Ben Hecht, who hates the British (he once egged on Zionist terrorists by saying in a newspaper ad that "the Jews of America make a little holiday in their hearts" whenever the British are blasted in Palestine), got some Old Testament, eye-for-an-eye treatment from his enemies. Henceforward, declared 3,500 independent British movie houses, they would no longer show any movie that Ben Hecht had had any hand in. Hecht-flavored films now current in England: Miracle of the Bells, Kiss of Death, Ride the Pink Horse.

Eric Johnston, globe-trotting customer's man for Hollywood, told a London press conference how he had persuaded Francisco Franco to lift Spain's ban on Gentleman's Agreement. Reminding the general that the ban was antiSemitic, Johnston told good Roman Catholic Franco he should be aware that "love thy neighbor" is one of the Ten Commandments. When a nosy newsman wanted to know which Commandment,* Johnston retired to safer ground, declared that he would discuss movie problems, but no more religious ones.

Brawny Ernest Hemingway was enjoying a vacation in Italy's Farewell to Arms country. Posing for a homy back-to-back shot with trim fourth wife Mary Welsh Hemingway (see cut), he seemed to be bidding for the position, vacant since the death of Heywood Broun, of sloppiest dresser in U.S. letters.

* Salesman Johnston was in the right Book but the wrong chapter; it was from Leviticus: 19: "And the Lord spake unto Moses, saying . . . Thou shalt not avenge, nor bear any grudge against the children of thy people, but thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself: I am the Lord."

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