Weeks ago Washington astrologer and political observer Svetlana Godillo (PEOPLE, July 22) forecast a strong chart for Nelson Rockefeller, predicting that he would be catapulted into prominence. Look what happened. Now Svetlana has again applied her well-manicured nails to her astrological tables and offers some fresh and downright gloomy portents on Ford and Rockefeller as a team. “I can tell you only one thing—Ford will not finish his term. He will not run again. I cannot tell you how it is going to end; it can be a sudden illness, a heart attack, an accident, anything. But Rockefeller is the next President of the United States—next year or probably before Ford finishes in 1976. People will be surprised by Rockefeller’s forcefulness. It’s a lovely chart. In 1976,” she continues, “he runs as a President and wins, unless somebody comes into the picture that has a stronger chart than Rockefeller.” So much for late-summer madness. Svetlana, by the way, assured the world in July that Nixon would never, never resign.
Picasso’s New Blue Period?
Pablo Picasso’s legitimate son, Paulo, as well as his illegitimate offspring, Claude and Paloma Picasso and Maïa Picasso Widmaier, aren’t the only ones worried about how their dad’s estate will be divvied up. It consists of over $30 million in cash, bonds and real estate plus some 30,000 paintings, gouaches and sculptures. If dumped onto the current art market, an original Pablo would fetch scarcely more than a respectable Elmyr de Hory copy. Some authorities fear that the prices of Picassos might plummet 50 percent.
Not the least of those trying to reap the literary spoils from Watergate is the former President himself. Through an associate, Richard Nixon has discussed publishing his memoirs with ace New York literary agent Scott Meredith, who is confident that the President’s confessions would command at least $2 million in worldwide rights. Although Meredith has not heard officially from behind the San Clemente curtain, he is “expecting word at any moment” that he’ll sign on the President to join a literary stable that already includes Norman Mailer, P.G. Wodehouse, Ellery Queen and Spiro Agnew. But while Meredith waits by his phone the former President appears to be shopping around. Recently, Nixon drove himself, along with two Secret Service men, to the Beverly Hills mansion of superagent Irving “Swifty” Lazar, whose clients range from Arthur Schlesinger to Vladimir Nabokov. This time when the sum of $2 million was mentioned, Lazar cautioned his prospective new client, “Well, Mr. President, it’s hard to tell how much people are willing to believe.”
As its new single The Night Chicago Died, which is about Al Capone and his final shootout with the cops, hit No. 1 in the U.S., the British pop group Paper Lace felt out Mayor Richard J. Daley about the possibility of a heroes’ welcome and proclamation. On City Hall stationery, the mayor’s official greeter typed out a well-aimed reply: “We might persuade Paper Lace and the author of The Night Chicago Died to come to Chicago and jump in the Chicago River, placing their heads under water three times and surfacing twice. The lyrics are the greatest assemblage of garbage ever to be published. Thank you for contacting us. Pray tell us, are you nuts?”
One of the perks of television superstardom is five-figure contracts on the state-fair circuit—except possibly for four-lettermen like Redd Foxx. Mindful of Foxx’s unhousebroken reputation, the Minnesota fair officialdom inserted a forfeiture clause in his 1974 contract for any indiscretions “not suitable for family entertainment.” They even pre-reviewed the act at the Iowa State Fair to determine what was unsuitable. As a result, the Minnesota audience got only a touch of the raw Redd that made his reputation, and headliner Foxx played less than a quarter of the 80-minute show.