The high priest and priestess of French existentialism, Authors Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone (Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter) de Beauvoir, once great and good friends but now only good fellow travelers, stopped over briefly in New York City after a visit to Cuba. Simone seemed entranced: "We found a real democracy in Cuba. It is something really wonderful. Castro is a genius. He is my idol!" Had she seen any Reds lurking about? "I found no Communist influence in Cuba." Sartre tempered his enthusiasm: "I am totally in agreement with what is going on in Cuba, but I don't know if I am in agreement as a philosopher."

"My daughter wasn't exactly standing at a mission waiting for a handout when Lance came along," said the mother of Hollywood Starlet Jill (The Lost World) St. John. Last week, in fact, Jiil was standing in a flossy suite in San Francisco's Mark Hopkins Hotel when Five & Dime Heir Lance Reventlow, 24, came along and took her hand in marriage. It looked like a happy match all round. Lance's mother, Sextuple Bride Barbara Mutton, 47, apparently had no objections to Jill, 19, daughter of a well-to-do Beverly Hills electronics wiring maker of German-Jewish lineage; neither did Babs seem upset by her new daughter-in-law's virtually bare-breasted exposure in a recent look-and-leer magazine. As for Jill's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Oppenheim, they raised no open protest to Lance's $25 million fortune, which keeps him in sloppy clothing and fast racing cars on an estimated income of $500,000 a year. Seemingly born to be a playboy, Lance has never even tried, avoids cafe society in favor of roaring days on the track, quiet evenings at home. But he is far from unsophisticated. Asked after the wedding what had gone on at his bachelor's party, he quipped: "We sat around and crocheted and then we had a musi-cale!" Just then he noticed a lensman shooting pictures of Jill and him from a worm's-eye view. "That's an interesting angle," observed Reventlow. "You must have shot many stag films, sir!"

One of Britain's bluest-blooded peers, the polo-playing Marquess of Blandford, 33, son and heir of the Duke of Marlborough, sued his wife Susan, mother of his three children (one died), for divorce after eight years of marriage, Blandford, whose family motto is "Faithful Though Unfortunate," charged that Susan, daughter of a wealthy bookseller, had misbehaved with Alan Heber-Percy, 24, a distant kinsman of the marquess.

Paying a formal visit to Buckingham Palace, the registrar at London's Caxton Hall entered into his rolls the name of

Britain's newest royal prince, Queen Elizabeth's third born, as Andrew Albert Christian Edward. The first Andrew in Britain's royal ranks in more than 500 years, the month-old prince was named after Prince Philip's father, Prince Andrew of Greece.

From 28 states came some 185 delegates to a convention of the National States Rights Party. Meeting in secret in a lodge near Miamisburg, Ohio, it took them only a day, instead of a slated two, to finish their business. It was clear from the start that their candidate for U.S. President, whom they nominated without shilly-shallying, would be Arkansas' Democratic Governor Orval E. Faubus. Also as expected, the party platform was anchored on "complete separation of all non-white and dissatisfied racial minorities from our white-folk community."

After months of denying it, 1960's Olympic Figure-Skating Queen Carol Heiss, 20, and 1956 Olympic Skating

Champion Hayes Alan Jenkins, 27, announced that they have been engaged ever since last August, will marry at April's end. Moaned Carol: "This must have been the world's worst-kept secret." Jenkins, holder of four other world figure-skating crowns (one less than Carol), is now a fledgling corporation lawyer in Akron; New York University Junior Heiss plans to finish college at the University of Akron. Now that she was telling all, Carol talked of long-made plans to turn her silver skates'into gold--and become a pro.

Mellowing in retirement after some 40 years as chief of the United Mine Workers, Unionist John Llewellyn Lewis, 80, was slated to get proof that his former foes, the coal-mine operators, have mellowed along with him. Ready to honor Shakespearean Scholar Lewis at a banquet in Washington this week, the Consolidation Coal Co.'s Board Chairman George Love, acting on behalf of the operators, planned to present Lewis with a rare, 15-volume set of Shakespeare's plays. The books were published in 1793 and purchased from Washington's Folger Shakespeare Library.

Author D. H. Lawrence, whose unexpurgated Lady Chatterley's Lover has been barred from the mails since its U.S. publication last May, was posthumously vindicated by the U.S. Second District Court of Appeals. Slapping down Postmaster General Arthur E. Summeri'ield, the court commented that his action, in ruling the novel unmaiiable because of its obscenity, was "extreme" censorship. The court's decision was unanimous, but one of the three sitting judges, Leonard P. Moore, concurred "reluctantly" and swiped peevishly, not only at Her Ladyship and her gamy gamekeeper, but also at the U.S. reading public that made Lady a bestseller. Wrote Moore: "The public, ever anxious to read in print that which they can so easily see written in public toilets and other places, avidly purchased thousands (probably millions) of copies . . ." All prurience aside, the fun-loving New York Daily News headlined:

COURT HAS 4-LETTER WORD FOR "CHATTERLEY" : OKAY

Although informed medical opinion asserts that a child's sex is fixed at the moment of conception, court physicians in Iran, where all loyal citizens have long prayed for a male heir to Shah Mohammed Reza Pahlevi, hopefully hold otherwise. It was official last week that the Shah's third wife, Queen Farah, 21, is with child. But a follow-up report raised medical eyebrows far and wide: specialists have prescribed for Farah "a careful regime to ensure the birth of a boy." What's more (or less), the specialists fearlessly predicted that Farah, under their supervision, has at least "a 50% assurance for the birth of a boy."

Asked in Louisville to comment on Negroes sitting at Southern lunch counters (TIME, March 14 et seq.), Harry S. Truman, perhaps recalling his Kansas City haberdashery of some 40 years ago, snapped: "If anyone came into my store and tried to stop business, I'd throw him out! The Negro should behave himself and show he's a good citizen." When the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People wired to find out if he had been quoted correctly, or if he had really meant what he said, Truman replied: "I would do just what I said I would ... I would say the same thing for all the newspapers and televisions in the country."

Before he went under the knife in a Manhattan hospital for removal of an enlarged prostate gland, General of the Army Douglas MacArthur assured friends: "I do not plan to die." Last week doctors let it be known that Old Soldier Mac-Arthur, 80, was recuperating nicely from the operation. In line with modern medical custom, the doctors also revealed that the weight of his excised, nonmalignant tissue was 3 oz.--about four times the size of a normal prostate.

Of all the books ever to become literary classics, Uncle Tom's Cabin, the anti-slavery tract by Harriet Beecher Stowe, was probably the worst-written. Published in 1852 by a Maine housewife who had never been near the Deep South, the book was at first received by the North as an unlikely exaggeration, by the South as a real nothing. But on both sides of Mason-Dixon, Uncle Tom, Little Eva and Simon Legree eventually became famed. The two-volume first edition of Uncle Tom's Cabin sold originally for $2. Last week, on an auction block in Manhattan, a slightly worn copy of the set was knocked down for a tidy $7,500.

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