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In the darkness of early morning in Washington, Britain's Ambassador Sir Oliver Franks pulled on a topcoat over his pink pajamas and, along with Lady Franks and their two daughters, hurried out to watch a $10,000 fire raze a tool shed on the embassy grounds. The fireside group was soon joined by a neighbor, New Zealand's Ambassador Leslie Knox Munro, who for the occasion wore striped pajamas and a loud Paisley bathrobe.
"Blatherskites!" snorted Humorist James Thurber, is the word for congressional Red-probers. "The end of American comedy is in sight, and the theater's gone to hell . . . Who can write where everybody's scared? ... I hate Communism . . . but I happen to be on one of those letterheads with Paul Robeson—and I'm not getting off ... because I'm not letting any Congressman scare me to death . . ."
Yvonne (The San Francisco Story) de Carlo, 29, a Hollywood bachelor girl who has spurned many suitors, yawned and crossed a recent Paris acquaintance, Aly Khan, off her list. Said she: "Princes are no different from other men; Aly is just a nice boy." Then she explained why her sights are set so high: "It is a biological necessity for me to idolize a man for his accomplishments." Her choice above all others: "Albert Einstein [73] ... the perfect companion . . . the only man who could go to the moon with me and know just exactly where he was all the time."
Word leaked out that the State Department early this month instructed customs men at U.S. points of departure to keep their eyes peeled for an ex-diplomat and Far Eastern expert who once traveled broadly and freely: Johns Hopkins Professor Owen Lattimore, who has no passport to leave the U.S.
Although he claimed he hadn't had "anything to drink," barrel-shaped Comic Lou Costello apparently bowed to circumstantial evidence after he was hauled into the Van Nuys, Calif, jail on a drunken driving rap. The cops' version of Costello's night flight: Lou drove out of his driveway, bounced off both his gateposts, headed off without headlights on the wrong side of the street, finally heard the prowl car's siren and stopped halfway on the sidewalk. After his lawyer pleaded guilty for him and paid a $150 fine, Comic Costello was led back to his car. At first he wanted to take the wheel, but soon meekly subsided with, "Home, James."