Names make news. Last week these names made this news: Miami Judge Vincent O. Giblin finally decided what to do about the separation suit slapped on Fur Trader (four generations removed) John Jacob Astor III, 42, by his baby-faced third wife, Dolores ("Dolly") Pullman Astor, 26. Dolly, holding out for the standard $500,000 plum (the same amount Astor gave his first wife, and for which he is now being sued by his second), had offered hours of testimony to prove that J. J. was worse than a beast when aroused. Having characterized the testimony as' "the most filthy [evidence] I have ever heard," Gib--lin last week denounced Dolly as a "scheming, conniving, lying girl," whose charges were a "favorite weapon of gold diggers." Ruled he: "I am not going to extract money from the defendant's pockets just because he is a wealthy man . . . To me, [Dolly] and her father are despicable people . . . motivated ... by greed for money." Astor's lawyer, W. F. Parker, had more than agreed during the hearing, crying: "Your Honor, the truth ain't in [Dolly]. Astor denies her charges. And I don't think Astor is capable of telling an intelligent lie!" In the apparent belief that Dolly also was not a very bright liar, disgusted Judge Giblin awarded her an unhandsome $75-a-week support money, called it a "$10-a-week raise" over her best paid job (as a Chicago radio-station receptionist) before her Astoriction. He added feelingly: "I'd like to kick her in the fanny."

At Manhattan's chichi El Morocco nightclub, Marilyn Monroe Productions Inc.'s President Marilyn Monroe suddenly found herself in the arms--loosely speaking--of truncated Author-Librettist (House of Flowers) Truman Capote, as he tried one of his rare excursions on a dance floor and looked as if he preferred puppy-dogs' tails to little girls.

In Seoul, some 50,000 Koreans jammed into the city's stadium to help doughty President Syngman Rhee celebrate his 80th birthday. On hand were General Maxwell D. Taylor, slated to become U.S. (and U.N.) supreme commander in the Far East this week, and Rhee's old friend, retired General James A. Van Fleet, who hailed Rhee as "the king of fighters . . . Tiger of Korea." Van Fleet told the Koreans that, as Eighth Army commander, he had submitted three battle plans to his superiors in 1953. Any one of the plans, said he, would have ensured victory in the Korean war; all were disapproved. "We had the enemy on the run!" cried Van Fleet. "We could have won here, and we should have won!"

In Los Angeles, a new arrival, pretty Burmese Cinemactress Win Min (The Purple Plain--TIME, March 14) Than, 21, crashed into headlines with seme Oriental slants on life likely to make U.S. husbands her most loyal fans. Said Win Min Than (a bride of a year): "Men are meant to rule and woman's main function in life is to help them on ... Men at home are much like babies and want to be looked after ... To have one's husband do a day's work outside the home and then come home and work some more--why, that should be unthinkable!"

At London's Lambeth Palace, Dr. Geoffrey Fisher, Archbishop of Canterbury (TIME, Sept. 6), merrily waved his black felt hat as he and his wife "Rosamund departed for East Africa, where he will consecrate three Negro bishops, visit a niece who runs a girls' school in Kenya.

In a gold ballroom of London's Claridge's Hotel, Yugoslavia's jobless ex-King Peter, out for some quick sales, autographed copies of his new autobiography, A King's Heritage, for anybody with the price of the book. "When I wrote my memoirs for the American market," he confided to loiterers, "my publishers told me to get in as many names as possible, because it would sell better." Then, after sending fancy editions of Heritage to Britain's Queen Elizabeth II, Queen Mother Elizabeth and Sir Anthony Eden, he went off to No. 10 Downing Street with a copy monogrammed "W.S.C." There he was profusely thanked by Prime Minister Sir Winston Churchill, who whimsically handed Peter a copy of a new cartoon biography of Sir Winston.

Adding a footnote to one of history's most enormous footnotes--the State Department's publication of the Yalta papers (TIME, March 28)--retired Vice Admiral Ross T. Mclntire, onetime personal physician to Franklin D. Roosevelt and now head of the International College of Surgeons, stoutly denied that Roosevelt was a dying man at Yalta. F.D.R.'s wan appearance was no index to his general health, said Dr. Mclntire. The President had lost 15 Ibs. after a bout with flu and bronchitis, looked scrawny-necked because his shirt collars were needlessly loose. "He refused to buy any new shirts," recalled Mclntire. "The President was kind of tight about some things." Did F^.D.R.

know what he was doing at Yalta? Said Mclntire unequivocally: "[He] was completely responsible for his acts ... He was physically tired but as mentally alert as I had ever seen him."

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