On the podium at graduation ceremonies of Le Lycée Français de Los Angeles, the French-language valedictorian referred to herself as "a little girl in blue who stands before you with tears in her eyes." But Yale-bound Jodie Foster sounded more like a member of L'Académie Française as she told the class that in their quest for excellence, "Your worst tyrant must be yourself." The valedictory in English, delivered by Elizabeth Segal, who is going to Harvard, touched on the rigors of Lycée education ("I wanted to own a pair of jeans or sneakers ragged enough to show their everyday use, but my sneakers were reserved for weekends"). Jodie's mother was asked later whether she too had had les Iarmes aux yeux, but, nonplussed, she confessed she did not know French. No need to ask Elizabeth's dad. Usually comic actor George Segal clearly had tears in his eyes.
Mac the Knife
It'll be a different John McEnroe at Wimbledon this month, the post-Nastase bad boy of tennis promises. "No arguments with umpires or linesmen, nor with spectators. Just tennis. I'm tired of all the tantrum headlines," he says. But McEnroe is not yet Mr. Nice Guy. If everyone in the game were like Bjorn Borg, the phlegmatic Swede, John mused, the game would be less exciting. "You'd have a bunch of robots with everyone afraid to say something."
All in the Family Way
It was a publicist's dream. No sooner had CBS announced that Lucie Arnaz and actor boyfriend Laurence (The Shadow Box) Luckinbill were to star in a TV movie called The Mating Season than Lucie revealed that it really was. She is pregnant and the father is Luckinbill. They plan to marry any time now—certainly before baby makes three near year's end. Lucie's pregnancy, however, will not be featured on camera, as was the case with her mother. The birth of Lucie's kid brother, Desi Jr., was written into the script of I Love Lucy back in 1953.
TV or not TV
His face may be his fortune, but John Travolta isn't taking any chances with electronic interviewers. "I'm just not comfortable on TV," he says. "With a newspaper person I can squirm and make a face and it's okay, but if I do it on the air millions of people are watching." So it was no to Rona Barrett (who John says was "upset") and Barbara Walters (who wanted him "desperately").
Sunday strollers gawked at the handsome woman striding down Manhattan's First Avenue, ponytail bobbing. One male was heard to mutter "Wow," as he studied the youthful-looking figure in faded blue jeans, work shirt and espadrilles. Another had the temerity to whistle. The woman, thus tipped that she had an audience, turned to the violator of her privacy, bared her teeth in distaste, and marched on. At 74, Greta Garbo still wants to be let alone.
•In Iraq Dallas is apparently the talk of the bazaars and coffeehouses. But some Westerners feel that President Saddam Hussein al Takriti, by allowing the series to be shown in his repressive country, is being just as devious as Texan J.R. Ewing. J.R., they point out, personifies what the Iraqi propaganda machine likes to portray as the greed of U.S. oil companies.
•With New York's Museum of Modern Art enjoying a bonanza with its Picasso retrospective, restaurateur Mickey Gil decided to get a piece of the action by offering a free drink to anyone coming in for dinner at his midtown cabaret-restaurant with a Picasso program. It's been great for business, he says. Among the takers: Paloma Picasso, 31-year-old daughter of the late master.