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In their customary Eastertide eruption of chapeaux, the flossy milliners unveiled an exuberant array for the ladies. The trend seemed to be toward wide brims occasionally undulated with rock-'n'-roll effects. Society's Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt Whitney picked a cantilevered roller-coaster straw (by Mr. John). The Metropolitan Opera's Soprano Rise Stevens got herself up in a petalous, white eighth-melon creation (by Walter Florell). TV's Arlene Francis, peaked by a large Japanese soup bowl with synthetic bamboo sprouts tickling one ear (by Emme), looked stunningly stunned. The maddest hatter of them all (she buys some 150 hats every year), Hollywood Gossipist Hedda Hopper, conservatively chose a flying saucer (by Laddie Northridge) with tuliplike cosmic-ray receptors on top.

At a high society Polo Ball at Palm Beach's posh La Coquille Club, Automaker Henry Ford II sashayed into the act of buxom Singer Betty George, did a brief microphone stint with her and a vigorous rumba that raised eyebrows and huzzas.

In her memoirs, Captain's Bride-General's Lady, starting in the April issue of Woman's Home Companion, Maurine Clark, home companion of retired General Mark Clark (now boss of The Citadel), recalled the day when Clark, haggard and frustrated, flew back to Tokyo after signing the dismal Korean armistice. When he got home from the airport, wrote Mrs. Clark, "he just sort of sagged into a chair. And that was the only time I ever saw Mark Wayne Clark weep."

Nature's most ample current gift to Broadway pressagents, top-heavy Actress Jayne (Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter?) Mansfield, 22, was slapped with a child-custody suit by her estranged husband, Dallas Pressagent Paul Mansfield, 26. Bone of contention: their daughter Jayne Marie, 5, whose mama, claimed Flack Mansfield, is "not a fit and proper person" to raise little Jayne. Huffed big Jayne to New York Post Gossipist Earl Wilson: "The poor guy has sort of flipped over what's happened to me. I'm a very stainless character."

As spring fought its balmy way across the land, mating calls rose. Margaret Truman announced that she and New York Timesman Clifton Daniel Jr., a Baptist like her daddy, will be married on April 21--midst un-Monacan simplicity--in a ceremony attended only by relatives and very close friends at Trinity Episcopal Church in Independence, where her parents were wed 36 years ago. Meanwhile, NBC's early-rising Televendor Dave (Today) Garroway, 42, decided to end a long spell of grass widowerhood (he was divorced in 1946) with TV Production Coordinator Pamela Wilde, 28. Glowed Garroway: "Now I'll have someone to wake me at 4 a.m.!" In Washington onetime Price Administrator Paul A. Porter, 51, now a capital lawyer and being jettisoned by his wife (since 1930), confirmed rumors that he is entranced with thrice-wed (to All-America Footballer Robert Herwig, Bandleader Artie Shaw, Attorney Arnold Krakower) Novelist Kathleen Winsor, 37, best remembered for her sex-clogged 1944 opus about naughty 17th century England, Forever Amber. Forever contending that she herself is no Amber, Kathleen allowed that she will marry Porter in May. Said Author Winsor: "I plan to really keep house when we settle down . . . I've been taking cooking lessons for a year and I'm thoroughly domesticated."

Touring Asia on mostly serious business, Britain's former Laborite Foreign Secretary Herbert Morrison, 68, took a breather in Malaya, was snared in a Kuala Lumpur nightspot by a nifty, wild-hipped dancer billed as the Cuban H-Bomb. As flashbulbs popped, she bussed him moistly. Tourist-on-the-Loose Morrison, sheepish but happy, said: "I had no time to defend myself." Then he had a grim afterthought: "I hope this picture doesn't get back to England." Later, as most British newspaper readers chuckled over the picture, Morrison's stay-at-home wife Margaret gamely commented: "After all, it is a good will visit!"

Thanks to the millions of the fabulous Du Fonts who live and die there, Delaware is a very solvent state these days. It led off fiscal 1955 with a $7,500,000 surplus, piled up almost entirely by a $7,250,000 inheritance tax windfall from the estate of Industrialist Lammot du Pont, who died in 1952. Lately, however, alarmists in Delaware have cried that rising costs would put the state in the red by the end of fiscal 1956. Last week State Auditor Clifford Hall pacified his fearful fellow citizens, reminded them of the bittersweet fact that Industrialist Eugene du Pont had died in 1954. Delaware's take: $4,500,000--the harbinger of another pleasant surplus.

Australia's eminent London-born Maestro-Composer Sir Eugene Goossens, 62, caught with a load of indecent films, photos and books at Sydney Airport (TIME, March 26), was fined a maximum $225 for bringing "prohibited imports" Down-Under. But Sir Eugene's lawyer hinted at a thickening plot: blackmailers had forced Goossens to haul the pornography from Europe.

Retired in Manhattan, millionaire ex-Cinemactress Greta Garbo, 51, got word that she has inherited $772 from an uncle, a Swedish farmer who doted upon her when she was a teen-ager embarking on a career as a barber's helper in Stockholm.

Arriving in France after his successful 2 1/2-month struggle to win and keep the heart of Cinemactress Grace Kelly, Monaco's chunky Prince Rainier III was asked by reporters whether this month's nuptials will chiefly be a marriage of convenience in order to produce an heir for the Monacan throne. Said the Prince in annoyance: "This is not a shotgun wedding. I am not going to the altar with a gun at my back!" With that point settled, he headed for Paris trailed by six car-borne coveys of newshawks. Halting his car. Rainier shook a fist at his pursuers and shouted: "Leave me alone! I want to be left in peace!" In Paris he reiterated Grace's and his "mutual decision" to end her movie career, adding: "Miss Kelly doesn't wish to spend much time in America. She likes Europe very much." But in Manhattan Actress Kelly, on hand as maid of honor at the wedding of her bosom friend. Cinemactress Rita Gam (see MILESTONES), sounded plainly undecided about her future. "I am under contract for four years with M-G-M," she remarked. "I can't say if I'll be back in pictures." Her hedge on Hollywood: "I am taking at least a year's leave of absence." That evening Rainier was spotted streaking through Paris past red lights at 70 m.p.h. To all appearances the royal groom-to-be was on a last bachelor fling with three companions. One was a very attractive blonde.

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