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Egypt's ex-King Farouk, interviewed by Milan's weekly Tempo, was still looking like the fat of the land, but disclosed that he no longer lives off it. Moaned he: "I lived in wonderful palaces with a thousand-and-one-night atmosphere. But I was never personally rich . . . The revolutionists have seized my private property ... I left Alexandria with the change I had in my pocket." How much change? "A faithful secretary at the last moment slipped -L-600 sterling into my pocket." On such a pittance, asked his interviewer, how had Farouk managed to live so high since getting the dirty end of the Nile in 1952? Replied Farouk: "A great chief of Islam came to my help with a noticeable sum . . . Unfortunately, that good man died two years ago and my situation has become extremely critical." Then Farouk asked his interviewer for introductions to be arranged with some Italian tycoons who might give him a job. A titled industrialist was apprised of Farouk's plight, thought it over, decided that he had "no suitable position . . . for His Majesty." Said Farouk sadly: "I thought so. Thank you just the same."

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While fishing (for the first time in his life) and trying to hook savage snook in the Florida Everglades, Vice President Richard Nixon leaned too far out of an outboard skiff while trying to make his plug let go of a mangrove root, back-somersaulted overboard. Absent from the scene of the splash: an 18-ft. alligator usually found lolling there. Later, when his guide careened the boat in too tight a 180DEG turn, all aboard got dipped. Muttered plucky Dick Nixon, snookless, bedraggled and amazed: "I didn't think it could happen twice."

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In New Delhi, newly wed U.S. Ambassador to India John Sherman Cooper, defeated by Kentucky's Democrat Alben Barkley in his run for re-election to the Senate last November, donned striped trousers, inspected a snappy guard of honor before presenting his diplomatic credentials to India's President Dr. Rajendra Prasad.

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Arriving in Manhattan for a two-month U.S. tour, France's brightest literary prodigy, winsome Novelist null (Bonjour Tristesse--TIME, Feb. 14) Sagan, 19, breakfasted (on tea and soda crackers) with reporters who heard how Bonjour, a bestseller in both France and the U.S., was written. Recalled Franc,oise: "I was eliminated from the Sorbonne in the summer of 1953 for skipping all my classes. So, having nothing else to do, I sat in cafes and bars around the Sorbonne and wrote the book in a month." Asked how her daddy, a happily married Paris manufacturer, felt about the autobiographical air of Bonjour--a. first-person, intimate chronicle of a young girl who lives cozily with her father and his sundry mistresses --Franc,oise gasped: "Oh, poor Papa!". Chimed in her sister Suzanne, along on the trip: "But no!, Papa would be flattered!"

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Vacationing in Sicily, and waiting for unseasonable rains and chilly winds to end so that he could venture out with his paintbrushes and easel, Britain's retired Prime Minister. Sir Winston Churchill, holed up in his hotel suite, busied himself with revisions of his forthcoming History of the English-Speaking Peoples, which he wrote before World War II, found little time to edit till now. He made a sensa tional dinner appearance one evening in a red siren suit and slippers to match, jollied the hotel into swallowing its "Sunny Sicily" slogans and turning on its central heating. But he pleased the management enormously by quaffing the house champagne instead of the supply shipped to him from Gibraltar. At week's end he and Lady Churchill were dinner guests of U.S. Ambassador to Italy Clare Boothe Luce and Henry R. Luce, TIME Inc.'s editor-in-chief, who announced afterwards that LIFE will serialize Writer Winston Churchill's latest History.

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In Venezuela to horse around with thoroughbreds, Prince Aly Khan was greeted at the Caracas airport by newsmen addressing him as "milord." The formality soon gave way to impertinent questions, which Aly answered with bubbling good humor. Asked one reporter: "How much did [exwife No. 2] Rita Hayworth cost you?" Chuckling, the prince cracked: "Why? Are you planning to marry her, too?" Led into expressing a preference for raven-haired Latin women, Aly was led right back into admitting that he has no personal prejudice against blondes--or redheads, for that matter, finally, a newsman popped the inevitable query: "Prince, to what do you attribute your phenomenal success with women?" Musing for a moment, Aly Khan brightened, allowed himself a thin laugh and modestly confessed: "Having money has helped."

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