Jennifer rides again
The Summer of ’42 was more idyllic than the Fall of ’78 for actress Jennifer O’Neill, 30. She’s shed her fourth husband (of five months), Jeff Barry; been hospitalized with head injuries after driving into a double-parked car; and been dropped from Disney’s The Black Hole. But O’Neill hopes to get back in the saddle again. While partying at Xenon with New Yorker Earle Mack, 40, she suggested he hire her as a jockey for his thoroughbreds.
Author Tom McPartland thinks the President’s daughter “is a doll.” So, after penning a slim work about a girl named Amy Love, he designed a toothy three-foot-high rag doll with blond hair, blue eyes and glasses (“so children who wear them wouldn’t feel so bad”). An L.A. toy firm bought the idea and is marketing a version ($12). The Carters declined a freebie, but McPartland hopes Amy will buy one.
A lady dances
“It’s like turning the clock back,” says Joe Kaye, an old-time London busker, on being called in to provide the beat as Elliott Gould and Cybill Shepherd danced cheek to cheek in London’s Marylebone Station. The pair have been filming a remake of the Hitchcock classic The Lady Vanishes. But Gould, 40, and Shepherd, 28, are of two minds on the subject of nostalgia. Split from longtime love Peter Bogdanovich, Cybill has taken up with a 30ish Memphis car dealer, David Ford. Meanwhile, Gould has remarried second wife Jennifer Bogart, mother of two of his children. “It isn’t a piece of cake,” says Elliott. “After Jenny and I divorced I thought I could be self-sufficient. I was wrong. I had to have my family.”
Miss Tunis regrets
Back home, Malak Nemlaghi, 19, had worn a bathing suit to victory in the Miss Tunisia contest. But on turning up in London for the Miss World finals, she wrapped herself in mystery and a yashmak and declined to be photographed exposed like the other contestants. Declaring, “I am not here for sex,” she was eliminated from the competition, became a celebrity and, of course, the next day was back in the pageant and giving press conferences in—praise Allah—satin skivvies.
An eye for an eye
At an RCA Records country brunch at the Opryland Hotel in Nashville, where the Golden Boot awards were handed out for recent hits, the audience got a kick out of Waylon Jennings, 41. Hauled onstage with fellow twanger Ronnie Milsap, 34, the two had finished their thank-yous when Jennings (right) pulled a sight gag on the blind-since-birth Milsap. Ronnie was not in the dark for long, the audience cluing him in. But he apparently saw no evil in the fun and responded by goosing Jennings. Ouched the Outlaw: “I didn’t think you would know what I was doing.”
The Pope’s escape
As Bishop of Rome, Pope John Paul II held an audience for the city’s nuns. Some 14,000 of them massed inside the Basilica of John Lateran, and on his appearance screamed and scrambled to touch his hands and robes. Swiss Guards were pushed aside as they crossed halberds in an attempt to restore order among the wee, sharp-elbowed nuns. As the Pope made his way down the aisle, he was pulled backward and forward and his cassock was torn in several places. After 30 minutes of bedlam he reached the dais and his chair. “I thought that sisters were gentle people,” he joked, and at the talk’s end he prudently exited through a rear door.