Hawk-eyed Evangelist Billy Graham came home from Europe after seeing the sights in London (TIME, June 22), sighting the signs in Moscow. His observation of the U.S.S.R.: "They have not been able to stamp out God in Russia . . . Went to a number of churches, and I estimate that at least one-fifth of the congregation were teen-agers." Then Graham, who presided over a mammoth crusade in New York City in 1957, came close to admitting that it had been a big flop: "It was like a flea crawling on an elephant. New York is so big that it absorbs almost anything. It's like China in that respect. Our type of crusade makes a far greater impact on a smaller city , . . Perhaps if we try it on a borough-to-borough basis, New York can be reached."

West Point's All-American fullback, Air Force Major Felix ("Doc") Blanchard, 34, got an official citation for not fumbling in a tight spot. Piloting a Super Sabre jet last month in England, Blanchard suddenly found his aircraft on fire. He could have simply hit the silk--but his plane might have plunged into a heavily populated area. Doc Blanchard made his choice, rode his winged torch down to a happy landing. Said an Air Forceman: "One of the finest flying jobs I ever saw."

The first European to be world heavyweight boxing champion in 25 years, Sweden's Ingemar Johansson was soundly lionized last week. Vacationing in Florida before returning to Goteborg to enjoy the biggest and loudest victory celebration ever given a homecoming Swede, he drew hordes of females straining for a glimpse of his rugged Scandinavian features. "Ingo" went deep-sea fishing and just missed catching a sailfish, frolicked in a saltwater pool with pretty Birgit Lundgren. She squelched talk that she is Ingo's fiancee, characterized herself as just a good friend who travels with Johansson to take care of his secretarial requirements. Businessman Johansson's view of any future bouts: he will fight "anywhere--as long as there are enough people and enough money."

Bouncy, Connecticut-born Soprano Eileen Farrell, 39 who at 185 pounds (she weighed 220 last year) is still too big for the Metropolitan Opera's tastes, came home from her first European tour, on which she wowed audiences at both ends of the musical spectrum. Eileen opened her tour in London's Albert Hall with a well-acclaimed program of Wagner, Weber, Verdi and Puccini. Moving on to Italy, she popped up at Gian Carlo Menotti's Spoleto Music Festival. Commented she, after an exhausting Requiem: "Verdi must have hated sopranos!" She also belted out On the Sunny Side of the Street in an impromptu fill-in appearance for ailing Trumpeter Louis ("Satchmo") Armstrong (TIME, July 6). Among the raves that she collected was one from Jazz Trombonist Trummy Young: "That girl is just wasting her talents with the longhairs!"

On a drizzly day at Longchamp racetrack, a resplendent Aly Khan and his handsome son Prince Karim, the Aga Khan, were on hand to watch the running of the Grand Prix de Paris. Like any solicitous father, Aly unfurled his big topcoat to shield Karim from the rain. It was one of their few public appearances together since Karim became Aly's own spiritual ruler, helped dispel rumors that they have not hit it off well lately.

For half a century, The Netherlands' devout ex-Queen Wilhelmina, 78, has devoutly considered Amsterdam's good, grey Algemeen Handelsblad a routine part of breakfast. But recently, Wilhelmina leafed through her favorite newspaper and was shocked, on the Dutch religious holiday known as White Thursday, to find Nikita Khrushchev depicted in successive panels of a political cartoon as an angel of peace and, in turn, a fanged monster. It was all supposed to demonstrate how Khrushchev has posed as both do-gooder and demon in waging his war of nerves over West Berlin. But it was too sacrilegious for Wilhelmina's taste. It became known last week, despite the Handelsblad's attempt to suppress news of its loss, that Reader Wilhelmina had written the daily a sharp letter of reproof, canceled her subscription.

The star of TV's long-running (four years) Highway Patrol series, tough-guy Actor Broderick Crawford, arrived in London on vacation, startled newshounds by disclosing that he no longer touches a steering wheel. Patrolman Crawford explained: "On California's coast highway, one time, I got my Jaguar XK-140 up to 120 m.p.h. before I was stopped at a roadblock. Ever since, it's become a game with police officers to pick me up. Now I have a chauffeur. 10-4?"*

* Translation from California police radioese: Message received?

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