At the Sea Crest Hotel in North Falmouth, Mass. the guests sat back from their Full American Plan dinners to await the evening’s borscht-belt entertainment. Instead, a lushly bearded man appeared and began to read poetry. He was joined by a disheveled male folk singer, and then by a slender female balladeer. When the impromptu concert ended, the audience—made up mostly of the Sisterhood of Hull (Mass.) Mah Jong Players—clapped politely and went back to rehashing their tournament. Why should they care that their entertainers had been Allen Ginsberg, Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, on an early stopover in their Rolling Thunder Revue tour?
Is Liquor Quicker?
Forty-year-old grandmother and old-time stripper Candy Barr is still in fit enough fiddle to be asked to Chicago from her Texas homestead to pose for Oui magazine. But when the former moll of ex-mobster Mickey Cohen was dining out, a 200-pound patron made the mistake of annoying her. In a flash, Candy wrestled the rube to the floor and clobbered him insensate. “I knew he was a little unsteady,” she allowed later. “But there’s no need to be nasty. He just didn’t know he was getting into the grown-up league.”
Backed by the merchandising bonanza of his two Billy Jack sagas, Tom Laughlin pumped The Master Gunfighter into 1,000 theaters last month and staked $3.5 million on a promotional blitz costing as much as the movie itself (PEOPLE, Oct. 20). But it has turned into a trial for Billy Jack. Though Laughlin is not talking, a buyer for a national theater chain reports that his Master Gunfighter’s receipts are “extremely disappointing. It was originally set for three-to four-week runs, but on the average played only 12 days.”
When Redd Foxx went AWOL from Sanford and Son last year in a contractual battle, he left behind old pal Whitman Mayo, 45, who played his sidekick Grady. But when Grady’s part was beefed up during the star’s absence, Foxx was so miffed he refused to talk to his friend for months. Now Mayo’s after greener pastures again; in fact, he’s deserting the junk shop to spin off in NBC’s Grady, premiering next month. Is Foxx still fuming? Hardly, since he’s managed to cut himself in for a share of his buddy’s new show.
The deadline for his first novel was fast approaching, but Spiro Agnew found time recently to compose a letter sounding some nostalgic themes: “For the past two years,” he began, “I have waited for more well-known national spokesmen (yes, I said spokesmen, not spokespersons) to take up the fight against apologists for the revolutionaries who are intent on destroying the strengths of our great country…” Eventually, some 400 recipients of Agnew’s letter, which also scores his old foes among “the news media” and “the intellectuals,” will be asked to give to the tax-exempt Education for Democracy, Inc., of which the ex-Veep is a founding director.
•”I wouldn’t dream of making a movie about Patty Hearst,” said Jane Fonda in an attempt to step on “a rumor that’s been haunting me for six months.” It’s not only that Fonda is too embroiled in husband Tom Hayden’s California senatorial bid, but she also feels “Patty’s been exploited enough.” Besides, “I think somebody’s planting this rumor to damage my husband’s campaign.”
•In Savannah, Ga. to direct and star in his country-boy film Gator, Burt Reynolds was asked to help dedicate Armstrong State College’s new Fine Arts Center. Said a gracious Reynolds to academicians at the ribbon-cutting, “This is quite a step up from opening gas stations and shopping centers.”
•Howard Cosell, presumably telling it like it is recently at a Manhattan fund-raising dinner, gagged that his Saturday Night Live show on ABC is “a desperate disaster.”
•”People are always asking me why I didn’t have a piece of Jaws,” says Roy Scheider, one of the co-stars of that box-office killer. “It wasn’t that kind of picture,” he explains. “If you’d read that script and knew the difficulties and dangers ahead, the seeming impossibility of it working out, you’d have taken the salary and headed for the hills the way I did.”