Can he sing? "I've been singing all my life," was the answer. Will he dance? "No dancing," retorted Muhammad Ali, otherwise known as Cassius Marcellus Clay. Next month the deposed heavyweight champion will make his Broadway debut, starring in the musical version of the Black Power play. Big Time Buck White. What's more, he has some pretty strong notions about what kind of show it will and will not be. As befits a Muslim minister, he insisted on a contract guaranteeing that there will be no unseemly language in the script. And there will be no nudity. There will, in fact, be no women at all in the show. What Muhammad will do is sing four protest songs and probably engage in a freewheeling question-and-answer session with each audience. Was he awed by his rise to stardom? asked a reporter. "Course not," said the star. "This is no big thing. It's smaller than I am."
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It began with a chance meeting at a dinner party. Then came evenings at the theater and weekends in the country and a holiday trip to Italy. Now there is a wedding in store for American Socialite Pamela Colin, 33, and Britain's fifth Lord Harlech, David Ormsby Gore, 51, former ambassador to the U.S. and once a sometime-companion of Jacqueline Onassis. They met in London, where she is an editor of Vogue. Before that, she designed sweaters and scooted through Manhattan traffic on a motorbike, decked out in jaguar coat and matching fur helmet. According to her father, Ralph Colin, a prominent New York lawyer and patron of the arts, the wedding will be held in December.
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"Dear Sir," begins the letter. "This sweater was a Christmas present. Would you please credit it to my account." A mundane note, perhaps. But not when the writer is returning a red cashmere pullover that was a present from her husband, John F. Kennedy. Scribbled across the letter are several notations by the unidentified store's credit department, questioning where the sweater was actually purchased and finally deciding to settle for an $18.50 credit. The latest tidbit of Jacqueline Kennedy memorabilia is soon to be put on the block along with three similar letters (expected price: several hundred dollars apiece) by Manhattan Autograph Dealer Charles Hamilton, who will not say where he got them—except that they were "salvaged" from someone's wastebasket. One of the other letters indicates certain gaps in Jackie's well-known attention to detail: "His shoe size is 10 C. So perhaps you will know what size socks to give him."