On her way to Mexico for a vacation, Rita Hay worth paused in El Paso for repairs to her car, whiled away the time reading a book she had brought along. The title: How to Have a Successful Marriage.
In France, where he found only one convert to rattle around in "a great spiritual vacuum," Evangelist Billy Graham had a little chat with SHAPE'S General Dwight D. Eisenhower. The general, Graham was relieved to discover, approved of religion. Ike, he reported, told him: "We must have it."
Air Force Chief of Staff General Hoyt S. Vandenberg explained to a House Appropriations subcommittee why the Air Force prefers suspenders: "A battle jacket with belted trousers is an unsightly appearing garment. Every time you lean over your shirt sticks out in back ..." Not only are airmen permitted suspenders, but "if I catch any without them, I will give them a piece of my mind."
Ingrid Bergman and Roberto Rossellini cheerfully announced that they are expecting twins in June. "This won't be the last child," added Ingrid, "or should I say children."
Asbestos Heir Tommy Manville, 57, who has not yet arranged a divorce settlement with wife No. 8, was planning marriage No. 9 to brunette Nightclub Singer Ruth Webb, thirtyish. Said Tommy: "I don't know her very well, I've only had lunch with her once or twice, [but] this time I am quietly and calmly in love with a woman mature both in mind and body. I think this could be one of the richest experiences of my life."
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(See Cover] Heat had shimmered in Bombay since dawn, and hung on in the stifling dusk after the sunlight's glare was gone. But a thousand patient Hindus stood tight-packed and sweating before the Taj Mahal hotel to see the American Widow Roose- velt. They were rewarded by a strange tableau. A gleaming open automobile awaited the famous visitor. But when she climbed in, she did not sit down. She faced the applauding crowd, bowed her head and folded her hands before her in the Hindu posture of namqskar. It was a gesture which would have horrified and infuriated a proper memsahib of the old school; and few Western women could have attempted it without seeming fantastically silly or fantastically melodramatic. But Mrs. Anna Eleanor Roosevelt, standing motionless under the Indian sky in her grandmotherly, garden-club dress, just seemed a little awkward and very earnest.
The crowd reacted with a roar of delight. It surged 15 deep against the police lines. It jostled and milled across the hotel lawns, and smashed flower pots in a wild effort to get closer. It chanted: "Eleanor Roosevelt zindabad!" (Long live Eleanor Roosevelt!).
The tumult went on. After a while Mrs. Roosevelt straightened and dropped her arms. But the cries and applause increased. Time after time she bowed her head, folded her hands. Finally, overcome either by faintness or emotion, she swayed. An aide caught her arm. She sat down, unsteadily, and the car moved off.