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At her Malibu Beach home in California, Actress Sarah Churchill, a pert 41, occupied herself one evening by pouring libations into herself and a torrent of waterfront epithets into her telephone. On the receiving end: several of Sarah's neighbors and the phone company. Then somebody called the cops. Sarah greeted them with a bristling query: "What the hell do you want?" The deputies were about to depart when Sarah, rum potion in hand, jumped into the patrol car, got comfy on one cop's lap. He later recalled: "She didn't get fresh, but she wouldn't get off. She kept talking about how London was going to bomb the U.S. and that there would always be an England, but she was not so sure about the U.S." After a short tussle the cops sadly decided that Sarah was a little more than tiddly, hauled her to the county jail where she sat dryly for five hours, waiting for bail, making Churchillian victory signs and denouncing "American justice." But next day Actress Churchill, hung over or not, gave a fine performance on NBC-TV's Matinee Theater as the star of Karel Capek's play, The Makropoulos Secret. Britain's press, riled by the ways of U.S. justice, trumpeted: "Sarah's Finest Hour!" Later, in a Malibu court, Sir Winston's daughter pleaded guilty to being drunk in a public place, paid a $50 fine.

A coming-out soiree honoring the debut of the $73.9 billion U.S. budget was staged in Washington's Sheraton-Park Hotel by Budget Director Percival Brundage. Unbending more than is his wont, Presidential Assistant Sherman Adams, in modified rustic garb, steered Mrs. Rocco Siciliano, wife of a White House aide, through the galumphing podner-swinging of a square dance.

Out of the sports shadows popped baseball's Hall of Famer James Emory Foxx, 50, onetime slugging king and all-round player of the Philadelphia Athletics and Boston Red Sox and second only to Babe Ruth in total home runs hit in his major-league career (Ruth, 714; Foxx, 534). On his way from his Miami home to a Boston sports clambake, husky Jimmy Foxx stopped off in Manhattan and told newsmen that he has struck out financially. Said he: "I had pride, but pride's not much good when you're broke. Maybe I blew a lot of dough. That's my fault. But now all I want is a job so I can help my wife and three children." Even before "Old Double X" left for Boston, job offers began to roll in.

Winging back into the U.S. from his month-long trip and holiday visit with U.S. armed forces in the Far East, twinkly-eyed Francis Cardinal Spellman, 68, greeted newsmen at New York City's International Airport. He was soon informed that the Red-kept press of North Viet Nam had denounced the sinister purpose of his journey, and called it the odyssey of a "capitalist spy." "Goody!" chirped the cardinal blandly. "I will have to call on General McAuliffe for the answer* to that!"

Before hopping off on a new crusade through Mexico and seven other countries in the Caribbean and Central America, Evangelist Billy Graham gave blessings and farewells to wife Ruth and his five children, including the newest Graham, three-day-old Nelson Edman, at their North Carolina home. With regret Crusader Graham crossed a two-week stay in Venezuela off his itinerary: a cable from his Venezuelan supporters warned Billy that he should steer clear of there until their country's political unrest subsides (see HEMISPHERE).

Ghana's Premier Kwame Nkrumah, already immortalized on Ghana's stamps, beamed in proud anticipation. In the yard of his public-works department in Accra lay some closely guarded packing cases, just arrived from Italy. Contents: the sections of a one-ton bronze statue of Nkrumah, guaranteed by his Finance Minister to have strained Ghana's state funds for less than $112,000 (how much less was a state secret). The monument, twice as big as Nkrumah himself, will be unveiled on its pedestal in front of Parliament House in early March, will highlight festivities marking the first anniversary of Ghana's independence.

Bound for Moscow for what he hinted was a summit conference (probably with himself), Showman Mike Todd exhibited his wife, Cinemactress Elizabeth Taylor, to London reporters, then made a statement not likely to enchant his Soviet hosts: "I thought it might be a good idea to show off Liz to the Russians. It may undermine their whole structure!"

Two shaggy Himalayan mastiffs, not quite as big as Shetland ponies but just as playful, were on their way from the kingdom of Nepal to the White House, and had progressed to New Delhi last week. The mystery was whether the beasts were gifts intended for President Eisenhower or for White House Adviser Thomas E. Stephens, who last year indicated to U.S. Ambassador to India Ellsworth Bunker that he wanted to get two of the rare Sherpa dogs. Confusion soon prevailed in Nepal, where last week the government allowed that it was cheerfully assuming that "someone" in the White House wants the dogs and will take delivery.

*"Nuts!" -Left to right: Wife Ruth with baby, Nelson; Franklin, 5; Ruth, 7; Virginia, 12; Anne, 9.

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