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After a bleak winter following her husband's defeat, Eleanor McGovern is writing a book based largely on her "introspections" in the bulging black notebooks that she kept during the long campaign. She is also hitting the lecture circuit with commencement speeches at colleges and high schools. Eleanor addresses herself to the Watergate scandal as a caution to graduates. "If I could give one gift to each of you," she says, "it would be the ability to draw a simple line—that line you will not cross."
Columnist Art Buchwald has a fascinating new theory about Last Tango in Paris: "It is really a simple, heartwarming film about two people trying to rent the same apartment in Paris."
All that naughtiness, why that's only to keep Maria Schneider from getting the lease. "You see Brando's mind working.
He figures if he rapes the girl, she'll go away." Anyone who has searched for a flat in Paris would understand, Buchwald wrote. "I don't know if Last Tango in Paris is a great movie or not," Buchwald sums up his critique, "but I believe that Director Bertolucci has made an important social statement about one of the real outrages of our time, which happens to be the housing shortage in France."
Even though it was held in the Convention Center at Reno's Harrah's Hotel, it was a small party by show-biz standards. But as bar mitzvahs go, it was everything a 13-year-old boy could ask for—tables laden with Jewish delicacies; $10,000 in savings bonds, as well as expensive doodads from 400 admiring guests. It was all for Mark Sidney Davis, the adopted son of Actress May Britt and black Entertainer Sammy Davis Jr., who was converted to Judaism in 1954. Sammy toasted May and his present wife, Altovise, a singer, then presented Mark with a set of the Encyclopaedia Judaica.
J. Paul Getty, 80, has sent the best of his art collection on to California where he plans to move. But home for the oil billionaire, one of the world's two richest men,* is still Sutton Place, the Tudor mansion 27 miles southwest of London where Henry VIII wooed Anne Boleyn.
Usually kept at bay by eight Alsatian dogs and forbidding signs, the public was invited to tramp through house and grounds for the benefit of the Royal National Lifeboat Institution. While Getty stayed closeted in his private quarters, the visitors saw few clues to his notoriously private life except for photos of his grandchildren, his books (including Richard Nixon's Six Crises) and his lions, Teresa and Nero, with whom Getty likes to spend an hour or two a day.
* Howard Hughes may or may not be richer. Only their accountants know for sure, but estimates for both fortunes run as high as $1.5 billion.