May 14, 1979 12:00 PM

Glasses of B and B

When Gov. Jerry Brown and a bearded Marlon Brando popped up at a Jesse Jackson sports “Excel-a-thon” (as speakers only) at L.A.’s Dodger Stadium, they had few surprises for the crowd of some 10,000 mostly minority kids. Recalling his recent safari, Brown warned “Americans must wake up to the role of Africa in our lives,” and Brando dilated on the plight of American Indians. Backstage Brando doffed his shades, and Brown, presumably hoping they were rose-tinted (and in light of a recent Gallup Poll ranking him third behind Kennedy and Carter), snatched them, declaring, “Maybe I can use these.”

An Edwardian frown

Prince Edward, 15, third in line to the British throne, was not being critical as he watched his sister Anne and her husband compete in the latest Badminton Horse Trials. Nor was the royal glower entirely the result of the adolescent’s braces now installed to rein in his bite. Like his sister Anne, and unlike his media-hip older brother Charles, the shy, introspective Edward has a thing about cameras. Whenever a photographer approached, the prince warned snappishly: “My horse doesn’t like cameras.”

Philippe gets his kicks

While Princess Caroline sacked in the other Sunday morning, husband Philippe Junot headed bright and early for the soccer field. The joust was a playoff of Paris’ elite private leagues—teams representing the nightclubs Castel’s, the Lido and Regine’s, plus Télévision Française 1. As usual, Junot carried the colors of Castel’s (his and Caroline’s favorite disco)—and, this time, those of UCLA. The Bruins sweatshirt—a local fad the past two years despite the fact that few Parisians know what a Uclan is—presumably was for good luck. It didn’t work. The Lido won. Alibied rooter Regine: “They close earlier than we do.”

Grandma Mork

Visiting New York, Robin (Mork) Williams caught a lot of acts and then got into one himself when fellow comic Andy (Taxi) Kaufman played Carnegie Hall. His unbilled appearance, as Kaufman’s grandma, proved less a walk-on than a sit-on. Led out in his scuffies and transformed by makeup artist Bob Laden (and such prostheses as the neck Anne Bancroft used in Golda), Robin sat onstage over two hours, sometimes dozing, immobile as a Duane Hansen sculpture, till his startling unmasking at the finale.

All about Arf

That lovable mutt Sandy is still top dog of the Broadway hit Annie after two years, and his lookalike understudy, O’Malley, has to pant patiently in the wings. Found last year on Park Avenue, forlorn and covered with burn marks, O’Malley, who is 2 to Sandy’s 4½ (shades of All About Eve!), has been mastering the part. He rehearses with Annie’s understudy and has a minor role—a walk-on in which he’s snagged by the dogcatcher. Stardom, however, is not at hand. O’Malley’s predecessor as standby, another part Airedale named Arf, died waiting to take over. In the eight months since O’Malley has been on call, old trouper Sandy hasn’t missed even a matinee.

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