Vegas oddsmaker Jimmy (The Greek) Snyder always has had a head for figures, including that of his colleague on CBS’s The NFL Today, Phyllis George. “You look at her on the screen, this gorgeous girl, and you know a lot of guys are having bad thoughts,” says Snyder. “But we all considered her like a kid sister, a good kid, which she is.” But how was the former Miss America (newly wed to producer Bob Evans) as a sportscaster? “Actually, she’s the dumbest broad,” continues Snyder. “They had to prime her and tell her everything to say and write it all out on cards.” But, true to form, Snyder’s sexism diminished in face of the numbers. “What the hell,” he admits. “It worked. We had almost double the ratings of the NBC show opposite us.”
Dick Van Patten was a Broadway juvenile and then son Nels in TV’s I Remember Mama when George Raft was one of Hollywood’s hardest cases. So it was a bit of a blast when Raft came up the other day at the track and rasped, “I love your show,” referring to Eight Is Enough, the ABC sitcom in which Van Patten plays paterfamilias. “I’m supposed to go to bed,” confided Raft, now 81. “But I have to stay up to watch your series!” It aired at 9 p.m.
In the upcoming sci-fi flick Star Wars, Carrie (Shampoo) Fisher is cast as a spaced-out captive princess on remote Death Star, but there’s one place she finds even deadlier—Hollywood. “I don’t play tennis or backgammon, so there’s nothing to do here,” cracks Carrie, 20. “I can hardly wait to get back to New York—and get mugged.” That was appropriate smart talk about her hometown (she’s the daughter of Eddie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds) until the other day when she was weaving tiredly down the Pacific Coast Highway and was stopped by the police, who approached with drawn guns. “The cops are so bored here,” she figures, “they’ve actually gone crazy!”
Beauties Are Truth
Let’s see. He started when he was 13. He’s 74 now. So, hmmm, that’s better than three women a week for 61 years. French author Georges Simenon may be not only one of the world’s most prolific writers (over 200 novels, including 80 Inspector Maigret mysteries) but also the Casanova of the 20th century. “I’ve made love to 10,000 women,” claims the chap who with similar fury could write a novel a week. “I contend that you know a woman only after you sleep with her. I wanted to know the truth.” And what, besides two broken marriages and retirement four years ago due to dizzy spells, was the result? “I do not know those 10,000 women any longer. I have forgotten them all. But I am beginning to know the true woman.”
Henry the Kidder
“Since almost everything that possibly could be said about American foreign policy has been said already by Ambassador Andrew Young—except ‘no comment’—I will talk instead about my favorite subject: myself.” And that Henry Kissinger proceeded to do at a glittery showbiz benefit on the Riviera. Claiming a recent poll showed 75 percent of all Americans still believed he was Secretary of State, Kissinger quipped: “I don’t see how this is odd. My father and myself hold this view.” As for his record in government, Kissinger confessed, “I’d do everything all over again. My trouble is nobody has asked me.”
•”He just loves acting the part of someone totally different,” explains a spokesman of Canada’s Lakefield College School. Thus one of Fagin’s street urchins in the school production of Oliver will be H.R.H. Prince Andrew of Britain.
•She made her rep by unstringing the presumably straitlaced, but Fanne Fox never totally lost her sense of Potomac protocol. Considering her rather intimate relationship with the ex-House Ways and Means chairman, why, she was asked, did she persist in referring to him as “Mr. Mills”? “Well,” observed Fanne, with undampened logic, “some people called him Mr. Chairman, but I thought that was going a little too far.”
•The telecast of Tom Snyder’s Tomorrow show from Chicago’s Pump Room was going swimmingly when the phone rang. The maitre d’ listened unflappably to a bomb threat. “You’re too late,” he responded. “Everybody’s bombed here already.”