Born. To Hubert H. Humphrey III, 27, a Minneapolis lawyer, and Lee Humphrey, 27; their third child, first son, and H.H.H.'s first grandson; in St. Paul.

Married. Lilly Pulitzer, 37, Palm Beach socialite and successful businesswoman as designer of chic casual clothes; and Enrique Rousseau, 48, wealthy Cuban exile; both for the second time; in Palm Beach.

Married. Guenter Sachs, 37, ranking playboy of the Western world; and Mir-ja Larsson, 26, Swedish model; he for the third time; in a civil ceremony in St. Moritz, Switzerland.

Died. Donnell ("Spade") Cooley, 58, slick-fiddling "King of Western Swing" in the '40s and '50s, who in 1961 was sentenced to life imprisonment for murdering his wife in a fit of rage; of a heart attack; in Oakland, Calif. At its peak. The Spade Cooley Show topped West Coast TV polls, and Cooley yearned to perform again in public. Last week, prison officials granted him a 72-hour furlough to play at the Oakland Coliseum; the audience had just given him a standing ovation when he collapsed.

Died. D. B. Wyndham Lewis, 78, Welsh satirist, columnist and biographer, whose wit enriched English literature for five decades; of stomach cancer; in Altea, Spain. Whether discussing Villon or jousting at a British girls' school (The Terror of St. Trinian's), Lewis could, as one critic said, "juggle words, do tricks with them; make them scorpions or gentle persuaders; anger you with them or please you; but always hold you spellbound." In The Hooded Hawk: or, The Case of Mr. Boswell, Lewis noted that "all his life Boswell was teetering on the verge of complete sanity," while Moliere, he observed in Moliere: The Comic Mask, "reacted with desperate and enormous vitality against ... his inability to endure the sight of himself." As for himself, Lewis once remarked, he was "distinctively Celt, full of strong loves and hates, and generally unpleasant."

Died. Graham C. Patterson, 87, publisher who built the Farm Journal into one of the nation's biggest magazines; of a stroke; in Evanston, III. "Get yourself a publisher and the best you can find will be none too expensive," Patterson told the Journal's owners in 1935. They picked him for the job. He quickly switched to high-speed presses and cleaned house in the editorial departments; ponderous features were replaced with chatty news aimed at both the farmer and would-be farmer. Circulation has since tripled to more than 3,000,000, while ad revenues have jumped from $300,000 to $12 million annually.

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