TOM MACGREGOR April 13 1981


TOM MACGREGOR April 13 1981


"When I first met Margaret Trudeau , she had on a gigantic hat and an outrageous dress—I can really understand how she had to strive for her individuality,” recalls Rita Jenrette, soon-to-be-ex-wife of ex-congressman John Jenrette. Now promoting her own kiss-and-tell memoir of lowlife at the top, My Capitol Secrets, Jenrette is facing the consequences of too much media herself. “When I was in New York a photographer gave me his card and said to let him know if I was going to any of the discos—I’ve learned from Margaret’s mistakes.” Now mulling over a couple of movie offers in Canada and the U.S. as well as other offers in television and recording, Jenrette is proving just how much she has learned about being in demand. Having vowed never to pose nude again after her 14page spread in Playboy, she does note, “I asked for twice as much money as Bo Derek—and got it.” She won’t, however, say how much that was.

Those who figured skating is Peggy Fleming’s only talent may have been surprised to catch her at Toronto’s trendy Hazelton Lanes ice rink recently in a satin dress and shoes. The 1968 Olympic gold medalist was filming a panty hose commercial when unexpected difficulties arose. “We’ve had weather and lighting problems,” said the 32-year-old Fleming, “and it’s taken longer than expected.” Obstacles that included bringing lights in over the roof by crane stretched the 30-second commercial into a week-long production. Still, Fleming remained bladeless. “I have to say the panty hose make me feel like dancin’, ” she explained, “so I’m dancing.”

Most my activity is geared XYAnot towards music only but towards how music interacts with the industry and with audiences,” understates rock philosopher-guitarist Robert Fripp at the London, England, premiere of his event “Barbertronics.” Teaming up with his friend, coiffeuse Mary-Lou Green, in front of 500 onlookers, Fripp played his experimental guitar pieces, called “Frippertronics,”

as Green sheared the locks of three members of leftist dance band The Gang of Four. Still playing, Fripp then submitted to his own “media cut” (framing his forehead to look like a TV set) for a finale. Mused the former leader of King Crimson: “It really doesn’t matter if people walk out and think, ‘This guy really is a turkey.’ ”

Hitting the newsstands in Canada and the U.S. with a bang this month is Entrepreneur, the business opportunity magazine. Sporting a leggy blonde on the cover aiming a gun at the reader, the magazine notes that last year in the U.S. at least $150 million was paid out in ransom money to kidnappers, and goes on to say that terrorists stand an 87-per-cent chance of getting their hostage, a 79-per-cent chance of remaining unharmed and a 69-percent likelihood of having their demands met. The conclusion: there is obviously a market for executive protection. The thinking is all too typical of maverick publisher Chase Revel who made his own millions through roller skating, 30minute tune-up garages and low-calorie

pastries before the market took off. “It’s all a question of spotting a business already there and watching it grow,” says Revel, who now tells others how to become rich through his seminars, business kits, the magazine and his book, 18k Businesses Anyone Can Start and Make a Lot of Money. “If it starts to go in three or four small places it probably will sweep the country. Backing a new idea is just a good way to lose a lot of money.”

Political gossips are calling it “cash and Carey” since New York Governor Hugh Carey announced that he will wed Chicago millionairess Evangeline Gouletas. The whirlwind courtship, which began at President Ronald Reagan’s inauguration on Jan. 20, was hardly a secret affair. The governor gave the 44-year-old Gouletas, who described herself as a widow until it was revealed that she had been twice divorced, a sapphire and diamond “friendship ring.” The 62-year-old Carey took the further step of dyeing his silver hair and eyebrows a rich reddish-brown. Last week’s announcement, however, was tarnished by a congressional investigation into American Invsco, a real estate firm that Gouletas and her brother, Nicholas, head. The firm is said to have used high-pressure tactics in converting rental apartments to condominiums. Congressman Benjamin Rosenthal, an old friend of Carey’s who is heading the probe, described American Invsco’s methods as “hostile,” “unfriendly” and “aggressive”— hardly a congratulatory telegram to the happy couple.

We always book five seats when we fly,” explains Robert Bick of the four-member Galliard Ensemble. Four are for the quartet and

There has been no easy skating for 21-year-old Rozanda Skalbania

since her father, wheeler-dealer Nelson Skalbania, bought the New Westminster Bruins hockey team and installed her as president and governor. Not only have the mauling, brawling Bruins ended the

one for Mr. Cello—Paul Pulford’s 1827 English cello. Even though Mr. Cello and the ensemble’s next sojourn abroad will be as cultural ambassadors on the first state visit of Governor-General Edward Schreyer to five Scandinavian countries, the ensemble thinks the pseudonym is the only way to discourage airline staff bent on relegating the instrument to the baggage compartment. “A true musician never leaves his instrument,” says flutist Bick. “Even when I go to bed, I can’t sleep unless my flute is in the room.”

Western Hockey League season with 25 straight losses, but the team was locked out of its own arena in January by a civic dispute. Forced to play their home games in borrowed rural arenas at a $l,000-a-night loss, Skalbania logged long hours with the players, most of whom are only a year younger than herself. “You get friendly with them, let them know you’re backing them, but . . . ,” hesitates the blonde, browneyed boss, who goes on to make it clear that her own rules of the road include staying clear of the dressing room and always riding in the front of the bus.

All 30-year-old Kathy Cronkite

wants is “to be accepted on my own merits, or fall on my own failures.” Still, just to make sure her first book didn’t go unnoticed, she did ask father Walter Cronkite to write a proud parental introduction to On the Edge of the

Spotlight: Celebrities’ Children Speak Out About Their Lives. In an interview with the younger Cronkite, William Buckley’s son, Christopher, confessed that his wealthy acerbic father and his terribly upper-crust mother put up with all his peccadilloes until he did something decidedly infra dig—had obscenities tattooed on one hand and arm. Kathy asked her older sister Nancy what she had learned from a father who has spent much of his life gently informing and guiding the United States. Nancy shot back: “I don’t know. I never took any of his advice.” And, as any parent can tell Walter, that is often the way it is.

We received so many queries from customers about how they could feed their dogs in time of trouble that we did something about it,”

explains Gene Tarman, of Van Nuys, Calif., whose company markets survival food. Tarman’s answer to what to feed Rover during the apocalypse is Sir Vival, a high-protein dehydrated dog food. Packed in nitrogen under pressure, the food contains no sugar or preservatives and will stay fresh for at least five years. “Sales potential is fantastic,” notes Tarman, citing market research figures that show between two and five million people in the U.S. buy survival foods, and many of them have dogs. Hamsters, budgies and parrots can also exist on a diet of Sir Vival, but Tarman is developing a special dehydrated line for cats. Like the dog food, the label on each can will feature a cat wearing a hungry expression and a medieval helmet. Though it is presently unnamed, heavy betting rides with the title Purr Vival.