Country singer Kenny (The Gambler) Rogers’ practice of flinging three or four tambourines into the audience during his concerts sent one young admirer to the hospital during a recent concert in Green Bay, Wis. But not because of a poor pitch by Rogers. Just as Kris Jandourek, 24, a nursing assistant, caught one of the instruments, another fan—rabid, but fortunately not literally—sank her teeth deeply into the hand that caught the freebie from Kenny. A sympathetic Rogers, upon hearing of the fanging, later invited Jandourek backstage and gave her another tambourine.
Blood, Toil, Tears and Sweat
How can you be as slim and efficient as British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher? Well, first of all, suggests the PM in a British publication titled The Celebrity Guide to Health and Fitness, skip breakfast—”It sits on your hips.” And be conservative, not liberal, with the heat—turn down the thermostat. “Keep hungry, keep cold,” advises Thatcher. “You’re more alert if you’ve not had too much to eat and you’re not too warm. The blood goes to your brain and not to your tummy.”
Out of Character
Things are apparently not going well for character actor Aldo Ray, 51, famous for a zillion movies, like Battle Cry, The Naked and the Dead, God’s Little Acre and The Green Berets. One recent release is an X-rated porn flick, Sweet Savage, Bad Girl of the West. “I did it for kicks, for fun,” insists Ray, denying any economic motivation—although he admits he “made more from this than from all the other stuff I was in.” He found the actual filming a bit of a let-down—”The gals all walked around with no clothes on and were totally sexless.” And he’s sure audiences experience a similar feeling: “People come out of the theaters disappointed because I didn’t show anything.” If he didn’t, it’s not because of modesty. “The movie stinks,” says Ray. “It only has class when I’m on the screen.”
“I’m a heavy-duty worker, a gung-ho company man,” bragged 21-year-old Teddy Mondale, the Vice-President’s son, on the eve of starting his cushy summer job as a Paramount Pictures flack in New York two months ago. Teddy believed he was heading for the limelight—”I think they’re going to put me on location with John Travolta doing a thing [Urban Cowboy] on redneck bars,” he told an interviewer early on—but it hasn’t quite worked out that way. Not only has young Mondale, whom some colleagues find a little overbearing, been kept in New York to hustle North Dallas Forty, but he’s also pulled one less lustrous assignment—hustling down to New York’s Pennsylvania Railroad Station at 10 p.m. to yank the plug on Paramount’s illuminated Star Trek billboard.
The White House has quashed, at least for now, any plans for an official state dinner when Pope John Paul II visits Jimmy Carter in October—ostensibly because the Pontiff has stated he’s coming as a private citizen, not as a head of state. But the real reason there’ll be no gala, charges a White House aide disdainfully, is that staff budget-watcher Hugh Carter Jr., 36—whose nickname is “Cousin Cheap”—doesn’t want to spend the money. “He’s so damn cheap,” gripes the aide. “A state dinner for the Pope could do wonders for the President, but no, it’s too expensive. Hugh Carter is just lucky he’s got diplomatic protocol to hide behind on this one.”
•The 72 graduates of New York’s American Academy of Dramatic Arts got a cheery send-off from actor Stacy (Deathtrap) Keach, who smiled, “Congratulations—now you are officially unemployed.”
•Why does Broadway veteran Dorothy Loudon wear a Band-Aid on her hand for her role as a spinster schoolmarm in CBS’ Dorothy summer series? Not because of a digital injury; the tape covers a wedding ring that Loudon refuses to remove, a reminder of her six-year marriage to the late arranger-composer Norman Paris.
•John Belushi, in Chicago to put The Blues Brothers on film, dropped in on Mayor Jane Byrne. Asked by the press to comment on his visit, he released the following statement: “She’s got terrific legs.”