CLASSMATES DO PREACH: In Rochester, Mich. the Adams High School class of ’76 was seeking Madonna—but not desperately. Former classmates didn’t expect her to show up at their 10-year reunion, and the pop goddess didn’t disappoint them. “I would never say anything cheap like she didn’t want to be with her friends, but where would she get the time?” said classmate Lisa Aldridge. There was no Madonna memorabilia at the gathering. The deejay played a few of her songs, including Material Girl, but didn’t have her latest hit, Papa Don’t Preach, on hand. “It was our class reunion, not hers,” snapped one of the organizers. “Everybody is happy about her success, but nobody is impressed that she’s a big star.” Maybe there was another reason for the coolness. Mused Julie Barnes, whose husband, Richard, dated Madonna for four months: “She had a reputation—you know, boy toy.” Aldridge, a good friend, was kinder: “She was a straight, Catholic girl, clean-cut and respectable. It’s about time she got back to her old ways.”
STEWING OVER BAD MANNERS: What’s the difference between Hollywood royalty and the real thing? Manners, according to Holly Safford, owner of the Catered Affair, a Scituate, Mass. company that served up one of Prince Charles’ many feasts in Boston during his visit. “The Prince came over and said, ‘Are you the owner? I wanted to thank you. Everything’s been lovely.’ It was the most flattering moment of my life.” In tsk-tsk contrast, there was the wedding rehearsal dinner of Maria Shriver and Arnold Schwarzenegger last April, in which the pair said nothing to Safford. “It’s a minimal courtesy to come to the kitchen and thank us, particularly with celebrities for whom we jump through hoops to please,” says Safford. “Sometimes I’d like to give people a kick in the pants when they don’t treat people in the service industries as professionals.” Be careful, Holly, he’s bigger than you.
MAYBE THAT’S WHY SHE PUCKERS SO WELL: Joan Collins’ input on her Monte Carlo miniseries has at least one person put out: novelist Stephen Sheppard, who penned the 1983 book on which it’s based. “She’s given so many interviews on the thing you would have thought she’d written it,” snapped the author, who spent three weeks this summer on the Riviera set as a consultant. “As it is, she merged two of the characters from the book together to give herself a bigger role.” Still, Sheppard concedes that La Belle Collins does have that star quality that lets her get away with things. “There was this incredible sight every morning of a 53-year-old actress coming on the set at 10 looking cool and beautiful, while everybody else was wilting in temperatures of 100 in the shade,” he says. “Does she have iced lemon juice in her veins, or what?”
YOU COULD FEEL THE CHILL IN THE HAIR: Who would blame Sally Field if she never again shared the stage with blunt-spoken talk show host Oprah Winfrey? Recalling one of the low-lights of her career, Winfrey told the Detroit News, “I asked her if Burt Reynolds slept with his toupee on. I shouldn’t have asked it. She chilled out! She leaned back on her chair, and I saw her eyes glaze over, and I knew I had lost that interview.”
HIS GARB, IT IS A-CHANGIN’: In Austin, Texas on his recent cross-country tour, vintage folk-rocker Bob Dylan stopped off at Electric Ladyland, a used clothing store that caters to musicians who buy and resell flashy threads. According to Texas Monthly, Dylan spent four hours browsing, then piled up $2,500 worth of merchandise including nine flapper dresses, five Groucho masks, two space suits, Mexican and cowboy costumes, a fat-woman mask, one tuxedo and a pair of well-worn cowboy boots. Mr. Counterculture paid for the items with his MasterCard.