Names make news. Last week these names made this news:
A newswolf in house guest's clothing, Britain's deep pink Cedric Belfrage, deported from the U.S. (TIME, May 25, 1953) but still editor of the fellow-traveling U.S. weekly National Guardian, recently visited the Swiss home of another exile from the U.S., veteran (66) Cine-comedian Charlie Chaplin, an ex-resident of Hollywood since 1952. The two Britons chatted candidly and parted amicably. Last week, however, Belfrage, without leave from Leftist Chaplin, tattled on Charlie in the Guardian. According to Belfrage, Chaplin now detests America, his homeland for some 40 years. Chaplin was quoted as saying: "I no longer have any use for America at all. I wouldn't go back there if Jesus Christ was President!"
A week after her younger sister Nina ("Honey Bear") Warren, 22, eloped with a Los Angeles obstetrician (TIME, Nov. 14), blonde-banged Librarian Dorothy Warren, 24, second daughter of Chief Justice Earl Warren, got set to bring one more medicine man into the family. Her fiancé: New Jersey-born Carmine D. Clemente, Ph.D., 27, assistant professor of anatomy in the medical school at the University of California at Los Angeles.
Minus the monocle and orchid boutonniere he used to affect even while hunting, semi-retired Edwardian-style Playboy Nubar Gulbenkian,* fiftyish, son of the greatest wheeler-dealer of them all, the late billionaire Five-Percenter Calouste Gulbenkian, showed up in Britain, his old playground (he now lives in Portugal), sipped a spot of liquid warmth before riding off to a hunt in Buckinghamshire.
Convalescing from writer's cramp after a marathon of autographing some 4,000 copies of the first volume of his memoirs in Kansas City, Harry S. Truman visited Mississippi's Gulf Coast. Asked if the second volume of his reminiscences, to be published next February, will stir up any fuss, jaunty Author Truman grinned: "I might have to go live in Timbuktu!"
To liven up the opening of a mental health exhibit in London, Britain's waggish Minister of Labor, Sir Walter Monckton, tried on a brain-wave recording device for size, came out looking as if he were a fugitive from a Martian barbershop.
Although left-wing Artist Rockwell Kent, 72, long ago testified under oath that he has never been a Communist, he is not willing to swear so for the State Department. Reason: Kent claims that repetition of his earlier denial is "irrelevant" to getting a passport. Result: a passport has thrice been denied to Artist Kent since 1950. Last week, Kent admitted the paradox of his position: "I have spent so much money on lawyers in my fight to get a passport that when I eventually do receive it, I'll have to recover financially so I'll have money to travel."
Packing a dictator-size revolver in a belly-gun holster, Nicaragua's slang-slinging Despot Anastasio Somoza struck a benign pose as he proudly surveyed one of his pet projects, Port Somoza, now abuilding on Nicaragua's sultry Pacific coast.