Friday, Jun. 09, 1961

Rugged Rancher Winthrop Rockefeller, 49, likes to do things the hard way: he worked as a field hand for Humble Oil, a family firm, joined the army as a private (he left as a lieutenant colonel), divorced his wife Bobo when five years of separation and litigation ended in a whopping $5,500,000 settlement, one of the largest on record. Now, following older brother Nelson's lead, Winthrop is jumping into GOPolitics, but with a characteristic twist. As newly elected Republican National Committeeman and party leader of Arkansas, where he has headed the Industrial Development Commission since 1955, he confidently expects to turn a stubbornly Democratic state into two-party territory.

Stung by Drama Critic Walter Kerr's panning of the play based on his novel, A Call on Kuprin (Kerr called it "a great deal of scenery in three acts'"), Welsh-born Novelist and Member of Parliament Maurice Edelman dashed off a disastrously timed letter to the New York Herald Tribune. "It is a pity," huffed Laborite Edelman, "that Mr. Kerr should have been so busy sawing up the scenery that he should have neglected the play--which, after all, is the thing." Unhappily, it wasn't. In the very issue that carried Edelman's letter the Trib carried the announcement that Call was folding after twelve performances.

Forced by his retirement last week to yield the majestic appellation, Geoffrey Cantuar, that he used as Archbishop of Canterbury, Dr. Geoffrey Francis Fisher deplored the fact that he was reverting to the mundane surname Fisher. "I wish I could have the use of 'Geoffrey, once by divine providence Archbishop of Canterbury and now, by the same divine providence, a bishop only and temporal peer,' " sighed he. "But that cannot be.'' It could not. Even as Dr. Fisher gazed nostalgically across the Thames at the Archiepiscopal Lambeth Palace that was no longer his home. Queen Elizabeth was granting him a life peerage that fixed him forever with the scorned surname. He is now Baron Fisher of Lambeth.

On the prowl for a likely vote getter in next December's Senate elections, the Australian Republican Party went to a promising place. Adelaide's Charles Birk's department store, picked out a $25-a-week salesgirl, broad-shouldered, brunette Olympic Swimming Champion Dawn Fraser, 23. Figuring that her five world records would make her all but unbeatable in swim-conscious Australia, the party invited Dawn to carry its banner but got a polite brush-off. "I understand one of the party's aims is to do away with the royal family." said loyal Monarchist Dawn. "I'm definitely against that. I'm an admirer of the royal family, and after all, I'm a British Empire and Commonwealth Games medalist."

The Los Angeles Times-Mirror Syndicate signed up ex-Vice President Richard M. Nixon to write at least ten articles in the next ten months, gave him freedom with subjects and deadlines, confidently expected newspapers from Europe to Japan to snap up the series.

Until her death at 85 two months ago, Soap Heiress Olivia P. Gamble lived unpretentiously in her Cincinnati home, wintered in Daytona Beach. Fla., anonymously aided charities with the money left her by her late father, Procter & Gamble Vice President James N. Gamble. A quiet, retiring woman, she owned a 1952 Dodge worth $200, a 1954 Cadillac worth $700, had no more expensive jewelry than a $1,000 diamond ring. Last week a 91-page inventory of her estate, filed in Cincinnati probate court, showed she might well have lived a little more lavishly. The estate, composed mostly of P. & G. stocks and bonds, was valued at $37,575,282.15.

Upbraiding the Kennedy Administration for claiming to have halted the recession, New York's Republican Senator Kenneth Keating dryly told his colleagues: "In the same category, I praise the President for having the sun shine and the flowers bloom and the spring season emerge upon us." Vermont Republican George Aiken leaped to his feet, protested: "The Senator gives the President altogether too much credit. The spring season did not emerge in time." Agreed Keating: "It is a little late."

Over an early-morning beer in a Los Angeles tavern, bumptious Irish Playwright Brendan (The Hostage) Behan recalled how he told off a Canadian critic during a recent visit to Toronto when he heard the man belittling U.S. space achievements. "I say to him: 'My friend, Ireland will put a shillelagh into orbit, Israel will put a matzo ball into orbit and Liechtenstein will put a postage stamp into orbit before ever you Canadians put up a mouse.' And do you know, he hit me just for that?"

Fish-eyed Frankie Carbo, 56, boxing's undercover czar, took one on the chin in Los Angeles last week. A federal jury convicted the Murder, Inc. graduate of extortion, conspiring to grab a piece of ex-Welterweight Champion Don Jordan's purses and threatening his manager and a promoter. Carbo, who has served time for manslaughter and illegal matchmaking but beaten five murder raps, faces up to 85 years in prison and $50,000 in fines. Also convicted were his chief errand boy. Frank ("Blinky") Palermo; Lawyer Truman Gibson Jr., once president of the now defunct International Boxing Club; and two small-change L.A. hoods. The convictions meshed neatly with Senate subcommittee hearings on a bid by Tennessee's Estes Kefauver to create a racket-busting federal boxing commissioner to purge the sport of gangland control. Kefauver's proposal won heavyweight support from a quartet of ex-champions who testified in Washington. Undefeated Rocky Marciano called it "absolutely essential"; normally closemouthed Joe Louis said it would prevent states like New York, the worst case he could think of, from giving gangsters "a chance to get a hold on boxers"; old Ring Foes Gene Tunney and Jack Dempsey agreed that it would help boxing, now "on its last legs." to purge "unsavory" elements.

Abandoning its economy ax for a whittling knife, the House Appropriations Committee studied the $6,702 allowance for U.S. Chief Justice Earl Warren's chauffeur for fiscal 1962, boldly slashed it by $2.

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