Cuba's ex-Dictator Fulgencio Batista disclosed a recent meeting with a bird of his own feather. Now enjoying uneasy asylum in the Dominican Republic, Batista was strolling along Ciudad Trujillo's seafronting Avenida George Washington, minding his own business, when who should come along, astride a motor scooter, but Argentina's ex-Dictator Juan Perón, also on the lam. According to Batista, they chatted about no counterrevolutions, just the weather and other pleasantries. Observed Batista: "Perón has got a good sense of humor and he was very friendly to me."
Manila announced that Tibet's Dalai Lama, in Indian haven after escaping the Red Chinese invaders of his land, had won this year's Ramon Magsaysay Award for community leadership, a salute for the god-king's role in Tibet's "gallant struggle."
In Paris. New York Herald Tribune Chitchatter Art Buchwald bumped into matriarchal Cosmetician Helena Rubinstein, got the lowdown on Soviet ladies who attended the recent U.S. exhibition in Moscow, where Polish-born Mme. Rubinstein, eightyish, was plugging her beauty aids. Said she: "They said our American models were zombies. Russian women take pride in being heavy and muscular. Perhaps the men like them that way?"
Almost unrecognizable in kaffiyeh and dark glasses, the Aga Khan, 22, customarily a Western-attired fashion plate, sped to the airport in Nice, met a beautiful English visitor, Tracy Pelissier, 19, stepdaughter of famed British Moviemaker Sir Carol (Our Man in Havana) Reed. Then they limousined to the Cannes villa of the Aga's father, Prince Aly Khan, where Tracy will loll in the Riviera sunshine and be subjected to the routine flurry of rumors that she will become her handsome host's begum.
Diving in Austria's Toplitz Lake for counterfeit British currency printed by Nazis in World War II (TIME, Aug. 10), a salvage team came up with a dividend. Their catch: the personal files, diaries and identity cards of Nazi Gestapo Chief Heinrich Himmler, who killed himself (poison) soon after British troops nabbed him in May 1945.
The new copyreader and sometime rewrite man on the Wall Street Journal was having a hard time establishing his identity. "Quit your kidding!" he would be told when answering his phone or calling for information. But he really was Winston Churchill, 18, handsome grandson of Sir Winston himself. Young Journalist Churchill, son of Journalist Randolph Churchill, is spending the summer in Manhattan, working at the Journal for experience and for nothing (his student visa bars him from a paying job), will go to Oxford this fall.