Down deep, Monaco's blonde, serene Princess Grace is still just one of the girls. On a trip to Europe, reported strapping Olympic Sculler Champion Jack Kelly, he and some 22 of his crewmates dropped in on Sis and husband Prince Rainier, who put the crew up for the night, cheerfully hosted a hamburger broil, guzzled beer from the bottle with the boys. "She's still the same girl, a little more domesticated, but she fits in all right," reported Jack. "Her only trouble is that she doesn't speak French so well, but her husband speaks English."

For the feast day commemorating the consecration of Roman Catholicism's mother church,*the slender Jesuit, delivering his maiden sermon to worshipers (mostly English-speaking) at Rome's Church of San Silvestro in Capite, had a text from St. Matthew ("Thou art Peter and upon this rock I will build my church") and a theme that father might well approve: the need for unity among Christians. The preacher: the Rev. Avery Dulles, S.J., 39, second son of Presbyterian John Foster Dulles.

Bent on a Paris weekend, madcap Comedienne Bea Lillie, currently whooping it up as the West End's Auntie Mdme, mameishly chartered her own Viscount, took off from London with a slew (38) of friends, including high-spirited Actors Trevor Howard and Charles Laughton. Highlights of the tour: a determined check on rive droite fleshpots, a calorie-laden spread at the Tour d'Argent, a gleeful reunion with another Mame, Greer

Garson, who subbed briefly for Rosalind Russell in the Manhattan version. Buckled back into the plane some 44 hours later, tireless Hostess Lillie was still crying for more ("I want to continue the party all night. To hell with Auntie Mame"), next day breathed plans for another weekend. New target: Rome.

In the midst of a recent fast-paced look at U.S. military installations in the Far East, the Army's trim, tough Chief of Staff, General Maxwell Taylor, found someone for tennis, relaxed knee by knee in Djakarta after some amiable sets with his Indonesian counterpart, Lieut. General Abdul Haris Nasution.

For the first time in its 59-year history, the National Institute of Social Sciences awarded one man a second gold medal, last week hailed 84-year-old ex-President Herbert Hoover, as it had in 1918, for "distinguished service to humanity."*Cracked a proud, beaming Hoover: "Your presentation after this 40-year interval should be construed by those who come after me as a certificate of the propriety of my conduct when on this earth."

Outside the secluded stone house near Washington's Rock Creek Park, two "For Sale" signs were spiked forlornly in the lawn. Inside, curious house seekers noted the scarred plaster, peeling paint, grotesquely overstuffed furniture, shabby, faded Oriental rug that had been replaced by a shiny new one during much of the stay of the previous tenant, former Presidential Assistant Sherman Adams.

Surviving a sedate, polite luncheon with the Chicago Council on Foreign Affairs, Russia's Ambassador Mikhail ("Smiling Mike") Menshikov stepped outside the Palmer House hotel, walked through a sullen mob of Hungarian and Baltic refugees brandishing anti-Soviet placards. As Menshikov hurried into his car, the crowd closed in, gave chase as the limousine eased down the street. Stopped by a red light, the envoy stared stolidly ahead as his pursuers roared out epithets ("Dirty pig! Murderer!"). Then the signal changed and Menshikov, his customary grin long since gone, zoomed to safety.

Ignoring a flurry of protests from surprised Cabinet members, General Charles de Gaulle last week announced the award of the Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor to a snappish longtime critic of French politics in Algeria: sad-eyed, freewheeling Roman Catholic Novelist Francois (Therese) Mauriac. Commented Mauriac later: "What De Gaulle approves of is our concern with the maintenance or restoration, among the peoples of our former empire, of the image of the liberal France, the most humane of all nations."

Less than a year away from possible freedom, skinny, bespectacled Physicist Klaus Fuchs, 46, jailed in 1950 for dealing British atomic secrets to the Russians, made it clear that red is still his favorite hue. To a London Daily Expressm&n, "convinced Marxist" Fuchs gingerly admitted that "I can't now accept everything they do and say," e.g., the Hungarian revolt, nonetheless planned for himself a home in Leipzig, East Germany, where his father lives. Unchanged was Spy Fuchs's self-estimate: "I am a rebel. I always wanted to rebel, to speak out against anything I think is not right."

*The Basilica of St. John Lateran, cathedral of the Pope as Bishop of Rome. *Also medaled: Contralto Marian Anderson, Treasury Secretary Robert B. Anderson and Dr. James R. Killian Jr., Special Assistant to the President for Science and Technology.

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