The indomitable Joan Crawford is an ardent fan of TV, especially of All in the Family, whose star, Carroll O’Connor, she recently summoned for supper. He arrived seven minutes late with his wife Nancy. “You’re late!” Crawford pouted, “and I thought we were going to be alone.” They all headed for “21,” where Crawford insisted on being seated at the prize table at the top of the stairs so that everyone could see her date. She then ignored Nancy O’Connor, who later recalled, “I felt like an unwanted chaperone until someone came up to Joan and said, ‘Hello Edith!’ thinking she was Edith Bunker.”
Devil Made Her Do It
Jeanne Moreau, the seductive, throaty half-English, Parisian-born star has shot so many films (Viva Maria, The Bride Wore Black, par example) that she claims to have lost the list. Her next job is one that she well might forget even faster: directing the dubbing of The Exorcist into French and herself creating the voice of the possessed child which in the U.S. version was done by Mercedes McCambridge.
Who Was Deep Throat?
The most perplexing riddle in Washington these days is the identity of the ultimate source who enabled Washington Post reporters Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein to crack open Watergate. Excerpts in Playboy from their forthcoming book All the President’s Men protect that key informant with the coy code name “Deep Throat.” But there are enough clues to generate a fascinating Georgetown guessing game. A couple of the hints—that the Throat liked cigars or hated H. R. Haldeman—were of little use, because they applied to a number of suspects. Other details helped more. He was an older man, of high standing, considerable savvy about the federal bureaucracy and some conscience. Most probably, because of the predawn rendezvous hours with the reporters, he was a bachelor or he did not have his family in town. And he surely had to live near the southwest Washington apartment of Woodward because of their elaborate signals when either wanted to meet. Woodward moved a flower pot on his balcony; Deep Throat marked up Woodward’s copy of the New York Times. With other suspects winnowed out one by one, it is hard to escape the conclusion that Deep Throat, almost certainly, was none other than former FBI Chief L. Patrick Gray III.
Chock Full ‘O Bucks
The Mdivanis were a princely Georgian family who escaped from Russia right after the Revolution—ruble-less. Then they started making opportune marriages. One of them became Barbara Hutton’s first husband, but of all the so-called “marrying Mdivanis,” the reigning success was Princess Nina. She wedded and was then widowed from Denis Conan-Doyle, the heir of Sherlock Holmes’s creator. If that did not make her rich enough, she recently unearthed an unpublished play by the master which became a box-office smash in London. But Nina has not forgotten the penniless past. Just the other day in Manhattan, the 200-pound princess was observed taking her lunch at a Chock Full ‘O Nuts fast-food diner. Of course, her chauffeur had fetched the meal, and she was eating it in her Rolls-Royce convertible.
Last Tango in New York
Nearly two years after her husband’s death and longer since she last visited her native America, the Duchess of Windsor, 77, returned for a month’s sojourn. Arriving by boat (“I never fly if I can help it”), she confided sadly to friends that, as a widow, “I don’t go out much and I’m much lonelier.” Her royal entourage, which once numbered eight, had been reduced to a secretary-companion and a lawyer (not counting her two pug dogs). Because she was reputedly annoyed by a recent series of articles on her early love life, it was immediately assumed that the barrister was on hand to press litigation. “No,” she explained. “He’s a good dancer.”