By perusing the guest list at Madrid's Castellana Hilton hotel, genealogically minded Madrilenos could contemplate in wonderment what complex twigs sprout from Hollywood's family trees. There, for example, in the splendid boarding house of Hotel Magnate Conrad Hilton was Cineminx Eva Gabor, sister of Hilton's ex-wife Zsa Zsa, whose former husband, Cinemenace George Sanders, had recently moved out with his new bride Benita Hume, widow of Cinemactor Ronald Colman. Eva, it so happens, is a former potential step-aunt of Cinemactress Elizabeth Taylor (through Liz's first marriage to Hilton's playboy son Nicky), thus also ex-step-great-aunt, two marriages removed, of another guest in the Casa, fledgling Cinemogul Mike Todd Jr., son of Liz's third husband and, naturally, Hilton's ex-step-grandson-in-law, two marriages removed. Through Liz, Eva is likely to become ex-step-aunt, three marriages removed, of Crooner Eddie Fisher, whose ex-wife Debbie Reynolds--Hilton's possible future ex-daughter-in-law many marriages removed, after Eddie marries Liz--checked in for a movie in which she will appear with Eva Gabor.

On a visit to the stables of Santa Anita race track, Turfwoman Elizabeth Arden Graham stopped to pet one of her surest stakes winners ($349,642 in 1957), Jewel's Reward, got no reward herself: the surly four-year-old chomped hard, nipped off the end of her right index finger.

Arriving in London to play Othello at Stratford on Avon, booming Negro Baritone Paul Robeson bared for waiting cameras a scrubbier jowl than usual. Reason: he was nurturing his own beard, since "last time I played Othello I used a false beard, but it kept slipping with perspiration." Fellow-traveling Traveler Robeson seemed fit after a spell with the flu in a Moscow hospital, for which he had predictable praise.

From one of its steadiest suppliers, a British frozen-food company received a chilly ultimatum: either boost its price for peas (currently $126 a ton) or move all that pea-picking machinery off the Norfolk property. The hard-bargaining farm owner: Queen Elizabeth II.

On vacation in Florida, General of the Army Omar Bradley, 66, now board chairman of the Bulova Watch Co., put on a sourdough getup and a super-Groucho mustache for a frolicsome "Yukon Night" at the exclusive Surf Club north of Miami Beach. Other Bradley diversions: sharpening up his mortar-accurate (high 70s) golf game, playing the ponies (he has one named after him) at Gulf stream track, where he showed a keen eye for long shots, made $26.20 on a $2 bet. Said an admiring friend: "He spends more time studying the form charts than anyone I ever knew. He really knows his horses. I think he was in the cavalry some time."*

A U.S. Army selection board tapped for future promotion to lieutenant colonel Major John Eisenhower, currently helping out Dad as assistant to the White House staff secretary.

Air Force General Nathan Twining, his rakish fedora and hail-fellow grin somewhat more suggestive of a precinct boss on election night than a hard-working Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, showed up in mufti, as he often does, for a brass-tacks Monday conference with the President on military matters.

Rested--and 5 Ibs. lighter--as she flew home from a three-week spell at Arizona's opulent Maine Chance reducing farm, Mamie Eisenhower had second thoughts an hour out of Denver, asked if the crew of the presidential plane Columbine III could help. Indeed they could. In no time at all, an officer, using the plane's experimental radiotelephone, had placed a longdistance call to Neusteters in Denver, ordered from the budget department two $17.98, size 14 1/2 wool knit traveling dresses, just like the ones Mamie had picked up before she took off, to be airmailed to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C. At week's end both Mamie and Ike donned academic robes as Roman Catholic St. Joseph's College in Emmitsburg, Md. cited her for personifying "the ancient adage that in the background of every successful man stands a woman," gave her an honorary doctorate of laws.

After a speech at Chicago's Executives' Club, Old Arabian Hand Lieut. General Sir John Glubb took on queries, was asked: "What is the most efficient-sized harem?" Glubb Pasha's urbane answer: "I suppose it depends on the efficiency of its owner.''

Stopping off in Washington after a city-hopping West Coast trip, tireless Traveler Eleanor Roosevelt confessed to a press conference that at 74, she might be getting a little old for globe-trotting,** hinted that a nice little radio or TV show would suit her fine, but said she has sponsor trouble. "Nobody wants me to be on a steady program. It doesn't sell their product because I'm a controversial figure." But how about her filmed TV plugs for margarine? Reaction, said Eleanor, was mixed: about 150 letters divided among "people who were sad because I'd hurt my influence, and the people who were delighted I'd hurt my influence."

Appropriately toppered in green, Vice President Richard Nixon and House Speaker Sam Rayburn dropped partisan quibbles, as is their off-hours wont, to blend their quavering vocal skills in a hopeful stab at a grand auld tune. Occasion: the annual St. Patrick's Day party at the National Press Club, hosted by Ohio's Democratic Representative Michael Kirwan, who quavered right along with Dick and Mr. Sam.

With tongue in the customary cheek, the Harvard Lampoon announced its annual nonawards to Hollywood. Worst Actress: Rita (Separate Tables) Hayworth. To Say the Least Award: Ingrid (Indiscreet) Bergman. Most Unreasonable Request: Susan (I Want to Live!) Hayward. For 1958's Worst Actor, the Lampoon again turned on Kirk (The Vikings) Douglas, sneered that since he had been so dishonored three years in a row, the title was now being retired.

A year after the school board in Bristol Township, Pa. raised a local fuss and some national eyebrows by naming its new $3,000,000 high school after Physicist J. Robert Oppenheimer, director of the Institute for Advanced Study at Princeton, the board decided that the name had caused too much "friction and embarrassment," agreed to honor instead a less controversial denizen of Old Nassau: Woodrow Wilson.

* He wasn't.

**Characteristically, she took off two days later for the Middle East.

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