Now that Caroline’s a safely married lady, the Monegasque princess to watch is sister Stephanie. She turned 15 last month and celebrated late while on holiday with Caroline and Philippe and her parents at the family’s rented chalet near Gstaad. Stephanie-watching promises to be fun. Though clearly a Grimaldi in appearance, she is, according to pals, a far cry from sister Caroline, whose great passion from age 14 on was to act sophisticated and older than her years. Stephanie, a student at a private Paris girls’ school, is very much a throwback to the Kelly line of jocks, a tomboy whose greatest delight is gymnastics. “She’s always in jeans and heavy shoes,” confides a palace aide. “A pantsuit is dressy for her.”
The social Lennons try P.B.
Old-line Palm Beach residents who worry about real estate values have nothing to fear from new neighbors John Lennon and Yoko Ono. Far from throwing wild rock parties, they have been living quiet as clams after buying a $1 million Addison Mizener-designed mansion on South Ocean Boulevard. They seldom even venture past their barricaded portals for a dip on their own beach. But they got their feet wet socially when they turned up recently, with actor Peter Boyle and his wife Loraine, at the chic Petite Marmite for supper. Even then, the hirsute former Beatle, who once wryly claimed his group was “more popular than Jesus Christ,” drew hardly a stare. Were their fellow diners too decorous, too blasé or too old?
Lewis is floored
Nope, Jerry Lewis, who always heads to Paris to get his “equilibrium squared away,” hadn’t lost it while performing at the Olympia. He was just going all-out in his usual manic style to parody the preceding act (South American drummers dancing to their beat) for the ecstatic SRO house. Lewis, long the subject of cult-like adoration in France, offered one interviewer his philosophy lest he be written off as childish. “The mature man still carries a lot of little boy inside him,” observes Jerry. “The immature is the one who roars he is a man.”
Amin chickens out
Could that be deposed dictator Idi Amin come home to roost in Uganda? No way. The man with the poultry is Joseph Olito, a Kenyan warehouseman turned actor, who plays the tyrant in an upcoming $6 million movie, The Rise and Fall of Idi Amin. The chickens are for a scene in which Amin, seeking advice on how to stay in power, brings a witch doctor gifts. Olito, who got the part because of his resemblance to Amin, is already counting his chickens about critical reception come its May Cannes Festival showing. Says he, with Amin-like self-esteem, “I feel I was a natural-born actor.” So natural and convincing, in fact, that the producers shot the film cautiously in Kenya, not, as originally planned, in Uganda.
Howard gets the bird
As “Ken Reeves,” coach of a predominantly black high school basketball team on CBS’ The White Shadow, Ken Howard expresses loyalty to Boston College, his character’s alma mater. To thank him, BC alumni invited Howard to a gala weekend on campus. After being greeted at the trolley station by the college mascot, a papier-mâché eagle, and shouts of “Hey, Coach!” the actor was feted with a parade, a rally and even a mini-roast. Between festivities, Howard and his journalist wife, Margo (the daughter of Ann Landers), broke away for dinner with an old buddy, New Republic publisher Martin Peretz, and some Harvard faculty heavies. Then “Coach” Ken, who himself attended another Massachusetts school, Amherst, returned to BC, where he observed bemusedly (and privately): “The logical part of my mind says this is a little absurd.”