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"You might run into this thing in Rusty Nail, Ark.," said Jazz Pianist George Shearing, 47. "But in Chicago, I don't feel it should exist." Blind since birth, Shearing had walked into the Little Embers Restaurant, accompanied as always by his guide dog Leland, a golden retriever. Sorry, no pooch, the maitre d' told him. Shearing explained the obvious. No dog—against the city's health code, repeated the maitre d'. So Shearing decided to make a case of it. "I don't want any exception for me," he said, "I want exceptions for every blind person and his dog." Chicago's officials could hardly agree fast enough. "To separate guide dogs from their masters would be like taking a person's eyes away from him," said Health Commissioner Samuel Andelman, and City General' Counsel Allen Hartman came up with a ruling that Leland and others like him are not really dogs but "gentlemen."
A Tulsa traffic cop called it the biggest traffic jam since Dick Nixon's 1960 campaign visit. Close to 25,000 people —in 10,000 cars—turned out when Evangelist Billy Graham, 48, came to town to help fellow evangelist and millionaire, Oral Roberts, 49, dedicate his new Oral Roberts University, whose philosophy of education is "to develop the mind, the body—and the soul." Set on a 450-acre campus in suburban Tulsa, the modernistic school already has an enrollment of 546 students, mostly children of Oral Roberts' "Pentecostal Holiness" followers. And Gra ham predicted a vast spread of religious education in the U.S., with O.R.U. blazing the path, then thundered: "If this institution ever moves away from faith in the Bible and the word of God, then let us pronounce a curse on it." "Amen," roared the crowd.
My oh my, whatever happened to little knobby-kneed Princess Anne? Well, she's a big girl now—and a pretty one, too. Arriving at a London theater to see a couple of saucy French plays, dressed in a blue silk gown, bejeweled and wrapped in a fur stole, the 16-year-old princess—on holiday from school—looked for all the world like a femme du monde, pouting at photographers from under loose-flowing hair.