By People Staff
May 27, 1974 12:00 PM

Memoirist Mindszenty

Jozsef Cardinal Mindszenty, the dour 82-year-old former Roman Catholic primate of Hungary, was in New York to discuss publication of his memoirs. Already they have sent tremors through the Vatican, since his account will likely be critical of the Papacy as well as Communism. Convicted by the Hungarian regime of disloyalty in 1949, Mindszenty spent six years in prison and 15 more as a political refugee inside the U.S. Embassy in Budapest. Through it all he clung stubbornly to his church title. When the Vatican, in an effort to soothe relations with Hungary, forced him out last February, Mindszenty let his anger show publicly. Nonetheless, he says his memoirs will be explicit but not vindictive.

Dylan for Chile

It was billed as a strictly political fund-raising event in New York’s Felt Forum, a benefit concert to raise money for Chilean refugees. What it turned out to be was a kind of Bob Dylan mini-festival. Rumors that the elusive folk hero would attend had packed the hall, and when Dylan took the stage to perform and later to exchange uneasy hugs with singer Phil Ochs (below, left), the crowd responded with a roar that left ears ringing. Apparently the cash drawers were making the same sound: the benefit netted $25,000.

Confident Confidant

With the Senate Watergate Committee hearings demanding more and more of his time, Nixon pal Bebe Rebozo has become a regular jet commuter between Key Biscayne and Washington. His confident smile intact, he appeared none the worse for all the traveling, or all the testifying, for that matter, as he arrived in the Senate chambers for yet another round examining his role in the $100,000 campaign “contribution” from billionaire Howard Hughes.

A reliable Carr

Six years ago singer Vikki Carr was performing in San Antonio, Tex., when officials of Holy Cross High School asked her to sing at a benefit to raise money for operating expenses. She did, and every year since she has returned to the parochial school on the poverty-ridden west side of town for a repeat performance. This year, grateful parents and students told her she had single-handedly saved their school from bankruptcy. When they rose to give her a 10-minute ovation, Miss Carr burst into tears.

‘It’s all mine’

Having accumulated the most winning points in the World Championship Tennis circuit, Australian star John Newcombe was awarded a tidy bonus—$25,000 in one-dollar bills—which he happily tossed in the air like expensive confetti. Later in the week, Newcombe’s bankbook fattened even more: by defeating 17-year-old Bjorn Borg, Newcombe won the WCT championship and an additional $50,000 in prize money. Newcombe, whose professional career was in eclipse last year, has so far won $174,085 this season. “It’s been like waiting to have a baby,” he said with a rich smile.

The Trudeau bounce

Justin Trudeau, in the manner of 2½-year-olds, was fully confident as he swung out from his parents, Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau and his wife, Margaret, on the steps of the Canadian House of Commons. Inside, Parliament was in a different mood. They had just voted no confidence in the Liberal government, which Trudeau has headed since 1968. That meant a national election and perhaps a new prime minister, possibly in July.

Kissing Rock

After more than 50 films and a successful TV series, Rock Hudson has licked the problem of popularity. From Pillow Talk to Strange Bedfellows and currently through a tour with Carol Burnett in the musical I Do, I Do, Hudson’s 25 years of stardom have entitled him to countless endearments. Some of them were perhaps more welcome, but none was so sincere as this, administered by his loving if overly demonstrative Irish setter, Jill.

Opening-night cast

When Michael Crawford was first cast in the new London musical Billy, he threw himself into the part with so much gusto that he fell during rehearsal and broke his arm. That didn’t seem to affect his performance much, and after the play’s opening night Crawford was acclaimed as a star—and an agile one at that. Despite his plastered left arm, he managed to hold both a drink and the attention of rock music’s first lady, Bianca Jagger.

A home court advantage for John Kennedy Jr.

Although the most elegant tennis clubs in New York would be available to him, John F. Kennedy Jr. likes to play on the spartan courts of Central Park. On Tuesday afternoons, except when homework intrudes, 13-year-old John (his Secret Service guard in tennis whites a discreet distance behind) strolls over from his mother’s nearby Fifth Avenue apartment for a lesson with pro Hank Fenton. Yet in spite of four years of instructions, John has difficulty with his serves and plays at the level of “a good beginner,” says one observer. The boy has a tendency to place his weight on the wrong foot, with the awkward results seen here. But John has developed one uncommon knack: the ability to vault not the net but the customary two-hour waiting line for the crowded courts. “Someone up front,” says one of the court professionals, “is always holding a spot open for John.”