April 21, 1975 12:00 PM

Jorgensen’s snow fun

Like any government leader, Danish Prime Minister Anker Jorgensen craves a close look at his nation’s natural resources. Strong-armed wife Ingrid was only too happy to oblige during an Easter weekend sojourn to the Jorgensens’ retreat north of Copenhagen. Smack in the middle of a snowball fight, she gave the 52-year-old Social Democrat a bull’s-eye view of one product Denmark possesses in abundance.

Carey as best man

“Give all the orders you can now. It’s the last day you’ll be able to,” was best man Hugh Carey’s mandate for his eldest son Christopher before the 27-year-old assistant banquet manager at the Waldorf-Astoria married education major Bonnie Bresler Blum, 25, at a Queens ceremony. The New York governor, father of 12 and a widower, is eminently eligible himself but demurs, pleading, “I’m too busy with the state budget. I couldn’t handle a family budget, too.”

Betty’s birthday

Cakes and champagne were Air Force One’s fare as President Ford and aides returned to Washington from Palm Springs, for next day was Betty Ford’s 57th birthday. The First Lady, who had journeyed to California on doctor’s orders to bake out some of her winter weariness, still looked a bit gaunt and peaked. Nevertheless, she smilingly reminded her husband and her son Jack, 23, that she alone would decide how many candles would go on the cake.

A Killy clinic

Actor James Stacy, who’s attempting to learn to ski again after a 1973 motorcycle accident that cost him his left leg and arm, has a teacher who knows a thing or two about the sport—French Olympic and professional champion Jean-Claude Killy. Schussing at Snowshoe, a West Virginia resort, Stacy at first good-naturedly caught on to Killy if not the Killy style. But after a couple of days, the gallant Stacy was traversing the slopes with remarkable agility and élan.

Foreman’s stock is up

George Foreman is obviously uncowed by the challenge of facing five opponents in one evening for three rounds each, as he will do in Toronto on April 26. The ex-heavyweight champ proved that he was bullish about his pugilistic chances when, while hoofing it around his Livermore, Calif. ranch during pre-fight roadwork, he hefted a 500-pound steer—about half the amount of beef he’ll meet in the ring.

Some Family Snapshots From Bobby Shriver’s Russia Album

It was Eunice Shriver’s first trip to the Soviet Union, her husband Sargent’s sixteenth. Their oldest son, Bobby, 20, on his second visit, was looking at the country as a budding journalist—he is editorial editor of the Yale Daily News. As five Shrivers plus nephew John Kennedy Jr. and several friends toured Moscow, Kiev and Siberia, Bobby snapped the pictures on this page.

The trip was on the Soviet Union, a rare gesture of hospitality to a private citizen (albeit a former vice-presidential candidate). Moscow provided a private plane for the visitors’ use and picked up the tab for all food and lodging. Sarge made two speeches—translated—to express his gratitude.

Son Bobby had to leave after two weeks to return to his studies in New Haven. He’ll graduate in another semester and, like his father, plans a fling at journalism before settling down, probably to law. His summary of the trip was succinct enough to please any editor: “I had a terrific time. We had a lot of good caviar. The meals went on forever.”

After attending mass in Kiev, a friend photographed Shriver and his son, Bobby, with the Metropolitan of Kiev, who gave them an icon.

While touring southern Russia, instinctive politician Shriver stopped in each small town and made friends in the marketplace.

In Samarkand, Eunice Shriver, her husband and their traveling companion, Harvard law professor Laurence Tribe, sample nuts and raisins.

John Kennedy Jr. takes a turn recording his impressions of the trip to provide the audio commentary for the Shrivers’ home movies.

At prayer in the Square of the Fallen Heroes in Volgagrad are (from right) Shriver, Eunice, daughter Maria, the Sunday Times’ Ed Stevens, a Russian woman engineer and the Shrivers’ friend Father Francis Murphy.

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