She was once the star of kiddie cinema, thanks to Walt Disney confections like Pollyanna and The Parent Trap. Then in 1965, at the age of 19, Hayley Mills shed her moppet image by moving in with British Producer Roy Boulting, a thrice-married father of seven who was 33 years her senior. Five years later, the couple were married, and Mills bore a son. Now a ripe old 30, Hayley has come a long way indeed from her Disney days. Her latest credit: she has been named the "other woman" in a divorce suit filed by the wife of British Actor Leigh Lawson, 32, whom she met last May while the pair were starring in a London stage comedy. "I love him, and I believe he loves me; I just want us to be together," says Hayley, who is separated from Boulting and expecting Lawson's baby this summer. "I don't want any more pretense." -
It was cops v. cons in a football game straight out of the 1974 film The Longest Yard. But this time none of the players came from central casting. The quarterback for the boys in blue denim was Black Militant H. Rap Brown, 32, now serving a 5-to-15-year stretch for a 1971 robbery and shootout with Manhattan police. Brown's teammates: some of his comrades from Green Haven prison. Their opposition: New York's Finest, who agreed to the charity game at Long Island's Hofstra University in order to raise money for retarded children. Despite plenty of support from enthusiastic fans in the bleachers--including a sideline banner proclaiming LET'S GO CROOKS--Quarterback Brown failed to connect with any of his bombs, and the flatfeet walked off with a convincing 34-6 victory. No appeals are pending.
When it comes to his personal safety, Jordan's King Hussein is not a man to take chances. At least that was the impression he left after a visit to Canada. One evening, while attending an ice-skating show in Ottawa with Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau and Wife Margaret, Hussein turned toward the crowd to give a royal wave. Not until newspapers published photos of the incident did anyone notice the handgun tucked into his belt, apparently in violation of Canadian protocol against firearms on foreign dignitaries. "Visitors aren't supposed to do this, but what can you do?" grumbled a Trudeau aide after the pistol-packing monarch had left for home. "You can hardly frisk a King."
His bunny jet has been sold. The Chicago mansion is virtually closed. Competitors nip at Playboy's heels, and profits from Playboy Enterprises, Inc. are way down from their peak of $11 million in 1973. Last week Hugh Hefner, plainly weary of the administrative wars, confirmed reports that he planned to relinquish the presidency of his company soon. But, insisted Hef, who will stay on as chairman and chief executive, "I'm satisfied with what I've accomplished; my place in history seems pretty well assured." He added: "I don't feel the need to prove myself, or the compulsion to succeed that I once did." Although troubled by corporate woes, the old hutchkeeper showed only smiles as Girl Friend Barbi Benton, 27, Daughter Christie, 23, and 150 old chums, including Actor Elliott Gould and Author Gay Talese, gathered to celebrate his 50th birthday at Hefner's 30-room pad in Los Angeles. "I'm feeling as good as at any time in my life," he said. "Each decade has seemed a little better."
The magazine's title Genesis "sounded kind of religious," recalled Anthony Battiato, executive vice president of the David McKay publishing company. So McKay innocently accepted the monthly's bid to print an excerpt from a book, The Accountability of Power, by Senator Walter Mondale, the son of a Methodist minister. Genesis, alas, is a gamy skin mag, and Mondale's view on the presidency appeared in its May issue along with essays like "69 Far-Out Ways to Turn On a Woman" and the "Erotic Diary of a Nympho Cheerleader." Battiato conceded that "we goofed," but there was no turning away the wrath of the Minnesota Democrat. Insisting that McKay had sold the excerpt without his permission, Mondale refused the $150 fee offered by Genesis and filed suit against his publisher for "appropriate" damages.
"It's the greatest thing when a 36-year-old woman can put on the tightest jeans, the skimpiest shirt, play with a gun and call it work." So says Actress Elizabeth Ashley, whose work these days is a new comedy by Samuel Taylor titled Legend. In it she plays what she describes as an "outlawette" in a band of 17 Old West bad guys. Whatever the fate of the show when it opens on Broadway next month, Ashley's publicity poster seems a surefire hit. "A lady in those days couldn't go out and purchase outlawette gear," Liz says, by way of explaining her don't-fence-me-in decolletage. "She had to take what she could pick up along the way."
"No crown, no cape, no diamonds, no rubies," groused one California schoolboy last week after seeing Sweden's King Carl Gustaf, 29. In fact, Carl Gustaf probably felt more like a tired tourist than Europe's youngest monarch. Now in the middle of a month-long U.S. tour, the King had gone to the San Francisco Bay Area for a 48-hour visit that included one consular banquet, an evening of disco dancing, a tour of the University of California at Berkeley, a quick look at San Francisco's new subway system, and lunch with Swedish-born Rudolph Petersen, former Bank of America president. Finally, during a champagne reception with 1,100 Swedish Americans from northern California, Carl Gustaf paused long enough to gaze into the eyes of a Hawaii-born singer named Nani Hardman, who promptly draped the King with an orchid lei.
He hasn't played hockey since his junior high school days nearly 40 years ago, and most of the ice he's seen lately has come from the family fridge. Still, Actor Paul Newman may just survive the rigors of his new movie Slap Shot. "I'm a hockey player," says Newman, 51, describing his role. "I'm somewhat over the hill, a little desperate and looking for a way to make things work." Newman, who played pool in The Hustler, tootled a trombone in Paris Blues and boxed in Somebody Up There Likes Me, insists that hockey is like "all the other things" he has learned to do for films. "I'm slightly crippled," he confesses. "But I'm standing up."
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