On a recent London visit, Liz Taylor cuddled her second granddaughter. But Naomi, age 3 months, is swaddled in comparative secrecy because her parents, Michael Wilding Jr. and Johanna Lykke-Dahn, are not married. Wilding also fathered the first and much ballyhooed Taylor grandchild, Leyla, now 3½, but is divorced from her mother Beth. Whether the cause was intimations of mortality or the claimed sniffles, Taylor—upon flying from London to Leningrad to film The Bluebird—went into seclusion in a block of hotel rooms for a week. Her only companionship: a maid, a secretary, two Shih-tzu dogs, a Siamese cat, 40 suitcases and friend Henry Wynberg.
Big Bad John
Though under indictment on bribery charges, John Connally is still top stud among Houston’s establishment bulls. At a Rotary Club fete, a crowd of 700 gave him a standing ovation—all except one guest, that is. Remaining seated: fellow Texan Leon Jaworski, whose Special Watergate Prosecutor’s staff blew the whistle on Connally’s wheeling-dealings.
In the upcoming weeks, after the six-month mourning period for Tina Livanos Onassis Niarchos ends, an announcement can be expected that her daughter, Christina Onassis, is contracted to marry Peter Goulandris. The merger was negotiated by Aristotle Onassis himself from his Paris sickbed. For six years the tycoon has wanted to consolidate his empire with the considerable shipping interests of the Goulandris family. Now, with his own health failing and Christina his only heir (PEOPLE, March 3), Onassis, at 69, desperately wants to see a Christina male issue who bears Ari’s blood stock.
Whatever Lollo Wants
On a Chicago TV talk show to promote Italian turismo, Gina Lollobrigida piously mentioned just before a commercial that since this is a Holy Year, a Vatican visit would be especially appropriate. But during the break, she placed a hand on host John Coleman’s thigh and said, “John, now don’t get too wrapped up in this Holy Year thing. Come to Italy. Go to the Vatican first, then get out in the beautiful countryside.” And what was Gina’s advice once there? You can read it in Boccaccio’s The Decameron.
My Lady Fair
“Oh, I never retired,” laughed Audrey Hepburn, “I just haven’t worked for awhile.” Since 1967’s Wait Until Dark, to be exact. “I wanted to be with my family, but I’ve been reading scripts,” she says. The one that’s coaxed her back into films casts Hepburn, 45, as Maid Marian in a Richard Lester version of Robin Hood’s “twilight years.” Robin was originally to be played by Paul Newman, who at 50 is the right vintage, but the thief Audrey tries to catch will now be Sean Connery who, at 44, is also no spring robin.
By the Book
Cornelius Ryan, who recently died of cancer after completing the new best-seller, A Bridge Too Far, made his reputation as a rigorous reporter of facts. But Ryan was also a very kind man. Now it can be told that eight of the U.S. soldiers he named as participating in the Normandy invasion (in his most famous book, The Longest Day) actually never got near Utah or Omaha Beaches. The men had boasted so much to their friends about their mythical exploits that Ryan simply saved their dogfaces by writing them into the action anyway.
•Jim Hartz has often been accused of bland affability—a charge Today show co-host Barbara Walters has rarely suffered. Until, that is, John Updike appeared on the show to tout his new book, A Month of Sundays, and reported later, “It was like sitting between Mommy and Daddy at the movies.”
•Shelley Winters doesn’t approve of face lifts, which could be why she wears her hair with bangs. That way, she confesses, her tresses camouflage the ends of the tape she uses to hoist her chins.
•Robert Mitchum trots the globe to shoot films, but the he-man actor feels safer in his own backyard: “All those different customs—in one country you dance with a man’s wife and get a gold watch as a reward; in another they cut off your feet. You can’t win.”