Apparently things are getting seriouser and seriouser between skating star Dorothy Hamill and her pal, would-be actor Dean-Paul Martin. On the just-celebrated second anniversary of their friendship, Martin gave Hamill the tennis racket he used on Wimbledon’s center court for his role in the much-faulted love story Players, and she reciprocated with the skates on which she won the 1976 Olympic gold medal.
Don’t Leave Home
According to the ads, famous faceless names like Steve Cauthen, Jim Henson, Sam Ervin and Otto Preminger are always treated with respect when they whip out that certain credit card—but that wasn’t the case for one slightly faded VIP as, credit card at the ready, he shopped for a timepiece in New York. The saleswoman demanded further identification and receiving a Washington, D.C. driver’s license with picture, huffed, “What kind of license is that?” Then, as she phoned for credit approval, she pondered loudly to a fellow-worker: “C-A-L-l-F-A-N-O—I wonder how you pronounce that?” Finally the purchase was okayed—perhaps the computer hadn’t heard that the cardholder had lost his job last July—and a slightly embarrassed former HEW Secretary Joe Califano headed for the door.
It seems that ever more actors are refusing to sign autographs—among them are names like Alda, Brando, Bacall, Nicholson and De Niro—but veteran Celeste Holm, 60, is bucking the trend. Or, rather, half-bucking it: She charges admirers 500 per signature, then turns the money over to UNICEF, more than $10,000 so far.
Former Florida Gov. Reubin Askew, the Administration’s new trade negotiator, alienated the gay community when he declared during a Senate hearing: “I will not have known homosexuals on my staff.” That made his 58 subordinates a little nervous. “Let’s just say limp wrists and talk of flower arranging are definitely out,” proffers one (straight) veteran. “It’s like everyone now is preparing for a pop quiz on Monday Night Football.” Gay activists said they would protest Askew’s policy but weren’t optimistic. Remarked one: “I mean, when you meet with officials in the basement of the White House, all you have to do is look around. I’ve never seen so many closets.”
Out to Lunch
Roller skating may be the rage, but any aspiring starlet should know enough not to let wheeling come before dealing. A case in point: Darcy Black, 22, an actress whose most recent film is the auto flick Who Stole My Wheels?, was happily spinning around an L.A. roller disco when producer Freddie Fields—he made Looking for Mr. Goodbar and the upcoming American Gigolo—rolled alongside, introduced himself and invited her to lunch. She declined, then skated back to a group of friends. “Who’s this Freddie Fields?” she asked. “He asked me to lunch, but I said no because I had to oil my skates.” Ah well, back to the training wheels.
•Although their 50-city political road show peddles a philosophy strikingly similar to that of a leading presidential noncandidate, Jane Fonda and husband Tom Hayden deny they’re “an advance for Jerry Brown.” After all, jokes Hayden, “He’s talking to his mother about whether or not he’ll run and I’m sure he’ll announce when she decides.”
•Raquel Welch never goes anywhere without her mangoes. During shooting of her new Indian movie The Legend of Walks Far Woman in Montana, she had the fruit brought in regularly from L.A.
•Laurence Olivier, who plays Gen. Douglas MacArthur in the movie Inchon, is really getting into the role. Co-star David Janssen, dropping by Olivier’s dressing room to invite him to lunch, found this note tacked on the good Lord’s door: “I shall return—at 3 p.m.”