Does he reside, for tax purposes, near Versailles or, as he maintains, in Switzerland? It was not a riddle raspy-voiced chanteur Charles Aznavour had to put to the Sphinx on his recent tour of the Middle East. The French tax court has already declared that the singer owes $720,000 in back taxes for income earned prior to 1972, when Aznavour took up Swiss residence. The court did renounce claims on $3 million transferred since then and suspended a one-year prison term. Quite a nicking, but it left the Aznavour profile considerably more intact than the Sphinx’s.
Snowdon moves on
It’s not every day that one sees a lord having to move his own gear into a new pad. But that’s exactly what Britain’s Earl of Snowdon suffered when he relocated into new London digs. They’re in the Kensington section, just a mile but all sorts of uncrossable distances away from Kensington Palace, where he lived 16 years with now-estranged wife Princess Margaret. To add to the discombobulation, before Snowdon was even settled his house was burglarized. Seems that Tony neglected to turn on his burglar alarm.
Davis keeps on truckin’
NBC is reviving its Laugh-In series this fall, and that cantankerous Queen of the Silver Screen, Bette Davis, 69, gets to dump on it—from behind the wheel of a garbage truck. Actually, in a skit produced—and perhaps excessively enjoyed—by George Schlatter, Davis even writes one of her own bits. She also relives her classic cigarette-lighting scene with Paul Henreid—only now she will be teamed up with the 70s Punk Prince of TV, the Fonz.
The Count and Calloway
It wasn’t really just a rousing game of pétanque—the French equivalent of lawn bowling—that brought Count Basie (left) and Cab Calloway together. The two virtuosos were in France for the Nice Jazz Festival and took time out to play something other than music. Although customarily big money changes hands over the game, Count Basie and Calloway settled for exchanging nothing more than fond memories and smiles.
As if he weren’t busy enough between his own career and his operamania, actor Tony Randall is moonlighting. He’s been showing up as a volunteer salesman at the Actors’ Fund Bazaar, a charity thrift shop in Manhattan’s theater district. Part of the fun is meeting old acquaintances like Fay Sappington, who had bit parts with Tony in the 1950s TV classic Mr. Peepers. “Tony’s just an amazing person,” says Fay, but she still wouldn’t buy a used samovar from him.