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It gets to be a nuisance when a boyish-looking U.S. Congressman can't stroll through the Capitol without being mistaken for a House page. Pennsylvania's George SarbacherJr., 27, Massachusetts' John Kennedy, 29, and Missouri's Marion Bennett, 32, were the chief victims. The House decided it had to stop. From now on House page boys would have to dress like Senate pages: black tie, white shirt, blue serge suit—with knickers. The pages rose as one boy. A uniform, yes. Knickers, never! The House yielded.
Coming & Going
After many a season of big-city haymaking, Farmer Henry Wallace's roots in Iowa looked pretty loose. He yanked them up and transferred his legal residence to New York City. Only he didn't exactly have a Manhattan residence yet: he was living in an apartment subleased from a sublessee. Anyway, said Wallace, Manhattan is just a place he's passing through. Eventually he hopes to spread out on his 120-acre chicken farm in South Salem, N.Y.
Mahatma Gandhi set a fashion for pilgrims. After tramping barefoot across miles of east Bengal, pushing his nonviolence campaign, he tried the next lap in a jeep.
When Viscount Mountbatten, India's new Viceroy, skidded and bounced his car off the road near Basingstoke, Hampshire, the ex-Commandoman jumped out, stuck up his thumb, hitched to London in a passing bus, which got him there for a date with the Prime Minister.
Mrs. Bettina Wilson, fashion editor of Vogue, held with progress. When she swirled into London's glacially snooty "400" club (evening dress required) wearing a breathlessly new, just-above-the-ankles Paris gown, she was politely given the gate and a little lecture. "One swallow does not make a spring," Proprietor George Rossi told her primly. "When we see more women wearing evening dresses above the ankles, we will revise our standards." Mrs. Wilson went quietly.