Sergeant Pepper (Anderson, that is), TV'S Police Woman, has turned in her badge at the poor-ratings desk and is making a film comeback as an ex-con. Angie Dickinson, once billed by Universal Studios as “The Girl with the Million-Dollar Legs,” is now hoofing it in Montreal in a $3.2-million FrancoCanadian production, Labyrinth. Dickinson, who made a big splash in her third
film, Rio Bravo with John Wayne, plays opposite European film star Lino Ventura in this her 20th movie, with support from Canadians Hollis McLaren (Outrageous) and Chris Wiggins. Like Jane, the character she plays, Dickinson is trying for a fresh start, and being back in films, at the pre-review stage at least, is “a total pleasure.”
nders Hedberg had almost as many star-struck female admirers as he did hockey fans when he played for the Winnipeg Jets. But now the young Swedish right winger is headed for the New York Rangers with more than his partner in hockey inflation Ulf Nilsson and their two-year $2,700,953 contract. In case any devotees from Portage and Main were tempted to follow, Hedberg stole away and married his longtime girl-friend Gun-Marie Nyberg in a ceremony so secret even pal Nilsson didn’t know of it. To clinch the privacy, the late-summer nuptials took place in a small church on an island in the Baltic. Only their mothers, the groom’s brother and the bride’s sister attended. Well, “Broadway Anders” doesn’t quite sound right anyway.
Bn the post-Watergate tradition of turning adversity into a savings account, Midge Costanza is leaving them laughing. After helping Jimmy Carter become president, Costanza was rewarded with a $56,000 White House job, but now has resigned (with encouragement) and hit the lecture trail to tell Carter jokes. The 45-year-old former vice-mayor of Rochester, New York, was given an office down the hall from Carter, a staff of 15 and the title, Presidential Assistant for Public Liaison. Her outspoken rapport with the public, which landed her in the White House basement, sans lavish office and staff before she quit, is now paying off with lines such as “Jimmy is always saying he’s a born-again Christian. I always wondered why he would want to come back as himself!”—and referring to Carter’s admission of lusting after women in his heart—“Jimmy Carter is the only president in history who believed heartburn was a venereal disease.” Costanza says it’s her sense of humor that has kept her going. That, of course, and $1,000 per lecture.
Perhaps it was an acid-wash back in the ’60s that faded Brian Wilson’s blue jeans and musical inventiveness beyond reclamation, but for the brains
behind the Beach Boys, life in the ’70s isn’t worth living. In a soon-to-be-released book The Beach Boys and the California Myth, Los Angeles journalist David Leaf analyses the rise and fall of the surfin’ safari and, in particular, why their leader went to pot... among other diversions. (The band is currently in rock’s version of the rerun, touring nostalgically in their candy-striped shirts
which are threatening to turn saccharine.) Wilson, who withdrew from the band in the mid-’60s after writing such songs as In My Room and Surfin' U.S.A., has spent the better part of the ’70s in semi-seclusion. According to Leaf, the media made him do it, forcing Wilson to keep the sunny, frothy image of the Beach Boys intact. Leaf goes on to charge that Brian did not get good vibrations from his father, Murry, now deceased, who managed the band. Murry, apparently, considered Brian’s most significant writing trivial. Which brings one to the conclusion that life can be fun, fun, fun ’til your daddy takes your surfboard away.
crp he Committee for the Release of Ll Patricia Hearst is pressing for the pardon of the Symbionese Liberation Army kidnap-victim-cum-terrorist, with a billboard, bumper sticker and Tshirt campaign. Thousands of people from the U.S. and Canada have written to the White House and prominent conservatives William F. Buckley Jr. and the always running Ronald Reagan; the L.A. chapter of the National Organization of Women; the San Francisco lawyers’ club, and even the president of the bank she robbed, have voiced support. Patty Hearst, now serving the second year of her seven-year sentence for bank robbery at the medium-security Pleasanton Prison in California, is quietly doing her part. While cooking in the prison kitchen or working on uni-
versity correspondence courses, Hearst is wearing a T-shirt given to her by her sister Anne. One side reads, “Pardon Me,” the other, “Being Kidnapped Means Always Having to Say You’re Sorry.”
VWesterday the moon. Tomorrow Ll Wingham. It took the ingenuity of the NASA space program and $24 billion to rocket Neil Armstrong to a spot where he could plant the first American foot on the moon July 20,1969. Now, leaving no furrow unturned, organizers of the 1978 International Plowing Match have paid the grounded astronaut close to $5,000 to land in Wingham, Ontario (pop. 3,000), to do another sort of planting. Armstrong will officially open the five-day agricultural trade show Sept. 26 to 30, which will be held on farmer James Armstrong’s homestead. (They’re no relation, but James thought it’d be nice to have a big-name Armstrong to get the show rolling.) Although Neil thinks he’s being paid to cut ribbons, eat high off the hog and be paraded alongside the corn-fed cattle, he’s also expected to stand behind a team of Belgians and compete in the plowing competition. As with most things, Armstrong’s fee will be passed on to the consumer. Ticket prices have been raised this year and schoolchildren, traditionally let in free, will have to pay 50 cents. Ah well . . . one small increase for kiddies ... one giant furrow for Winghamkind.
Since the Bible states that on the seventh day even the Lord was entitled to rest, Anglican priest Roland de Corneille thinks that the holier-thanthous in the federal government should have extended the same courtesy to all earthbound denominations. De Corneille, 51, national director of the League for Human Rights of B’nai B’rith, has taken himself out of the running for the Liberal nomination in the federal riding of Eglinton (one of 15 byelections to be contested Oct. 16). Doris Anderson, former editor of Chatelaine magazine, is now being considered to replace him. His reason? Oct. 16 is the first day of Sukkoth, a Jewish holy day akin to Thanksgiving, which prevents Jews from working, not to mention picking a government. (The advance polling day also falls on the Sabbath.) Since one-third of the 24,000 citizens in the riding (held by Mitchell Sharp since 1963) are Jewish, de Corneille says the date of the byelection is a “tragedy.” De Corneille’s hat, however, has only temporarily been pulled from the ring.
When the general election is finally held next spring, de Corneille will be prepared: he’s already been nominated by acclamation for the newly redistributed riding of Eglinton-Lawrence.
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