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At one time or another, the Post Office Department has seen fit to immortalize five Chief Justices of the Supreme Court: John Jay, John Marshall, Harlan F. Stone, William Howard Taft and Charles Evans Hughes. Now the P.O. has decided to honor some Associate Justices who were every bit as great as their chiefs. First on the list: Oliver Wendell Holmes, who died in 1935 at the age of 93. Come March, his wise and bearded visage will look out from a new 15¢ stamp.
Closed since the night of April 14, 1865, when Abraham Lincoln was assassinated as he sat watching Our American Cousin, Ford's Theater in Washington, D.C., has now been restored at a cost of $2,700,000—and reopened as the permanent home of the National Repertory Theater. Opening night proper will not take place until Lincoln's birthday, but last week a large cast of dignitaries turned out for the dedication ceremonies. Said North Dakota's Senator Milton Young, who worked for 19 years to get the necessary restoration appropriation from Congress: "For those who revere Lincoln, it is a dream come true."
The Most Reverend and Right Honorable Michael Ramsey, Archbishop of Canterbury and Primate of All England, is hardly used to such epithets as "traitor" and "betrayer of Protestantism." But the ecumenical-minded Archbishop, 63, accepted an unprecedented invitation from John Cardinal Heenan, 63, to speak at London's Roman Catholic Westminster Cathedral. Demonstrators from the conservative British Council of Protestant Christian Churches waited for Ramsey outside the cathedral, name-calling and waving placards that accused Ramsey of "Running to Rome." In the pulpit, His Grace was unwavering. "We are able now," he said, "with the authority of both our churches, to act together not as rivals but as allies."
Few people know more about wedding gowns than Elizabeth Taylor, 35, and it would be a shame to let all that experience go to waste. So when her two friends Mia Fonssagrives and Vicky Tiel showed their first collection in Paris, Liz contributed her own inspiration for a nuptial garment: a white body stocking worn under a diaphanous floor-length veil embroidered in flowers. But that was nothing compared with the outfit that Liz wore to the opening—a tunic and tights of hyperkinetic geometric pattern. "She's not supposed to be chic," explained Mia. "Her career requires that she be stupefying."