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Britain's Marathon Walker Barbara Moore, 56, a vegetarian dietitian who is staying in shape in order to bear a child when she is 100, followed her transcontinental U.S. hike with a 400-mile stroll in Australia and casually announced plans for another bunion-building exercise: she will now walk around the world. But this time, said Dr. Moore rather waspishly, she will make sure that no young whippersnappers like those British Army sergeants in the U.S. will be around to crab the act. She will announce no future routes until 24 hours before starting. "I will not say where I will walk. If I do, someone will try to get ahead of me."
After less than a month on the job, Butler Thomas Cronin gave notice to his employers, Britain's Princess Margaret and Antony Armstrong-Jones, took his leave of Kensington Palace with seven suitcases, two trunks, several brown paper parcels and his favorite armchair. The princess was "more than charming," allowed Cronin, a steel-grey 44, but Tony was somewhat less ideally cast. He and his butler had "differences of opinion, a clash of personalities," said Cronin sadly. The master had a habit of summoning him by vulgarly snapping his fingers, insisted that he be called "sir," as he didn't like to be called "Mr. Jones." Unkindest of all, said Cronin, Tony had taken over his job: "I was not allowed to employ my staff. I didn't pay them their wages, and many other matters were not left in my hands as they should have been." Recalling his salad days as butler to U.S. Ambassador John Hay Whitney, Cronin wistfully pointed out that there he had supervised 37 embassy servants. "That," said he primly, "is the right way to run a household."
*Bad arithmetic: Thurber would be 52.