Dustin Hoffman, in the midst of a divorce from Anne (Manhattan) Byrne, his wife of nine years and the mother of their two daughters, has hinted that he'd like to start another family—soon. Shopping for a New York townhouse, Dustin asked friends if one prospect "would be good for raising kids." Indeed Hoffman, who's gained a reputation as a flirt these last few months, is making his intentions—or at least his predilections—known: "I've always found women very sexy when they're pregnant." Unless, of course, they're smoking. That, Hoffman says, "gives me a chill."
Paul Jabara, the hotter-than-hot songwriter who brought Streisand and Summer together to record his Enough Is Enough, is no newcomer to duets. His two girlfriends are also roommates, and they've started calling him the Juggler. That's not all. "They talk about me," Jabara complains, "and one will always tell the other what I've said." Still, nothing prepared him for the opening conversation between Barbra and Donna. "You know what they talked about when they first got together? Shoes!" reveals Jabara. "Girl talk."
Anyone who questions whether Sen. Howard Baker is serious about seeking the White House has only to look the Tennessean in the eye. "These glasses were made for name tags," says the bespectacled Baker, obviously planning to meet scads of supporters along the campaign circuit. With a bifocal strip mounted in the center—instead of on the bottom—of each lens, Baker can silently read, "Hello, my name is..." without the embarrassment of having to nod upward. Only trouble, complains an aide, is that on the podium "he looks like he's praying instead of speech-making."
Dylan without Demons
The first-night audience was screaming for the real Bob Dylan and pleading for Like a Rolling Stone. By the ninth night, the shouts were more to the tune of "Hallelujah!" As born-again Bob Dylan's 14-night San Francisco gig progressed, rock fans grumbled as an enthusiastic, but much smaller, Christian contingent trickled in. Once-coveted tickets were being unloaded outside the theater for half price. Explained one disgruntled fan of rock, not gospel, music: "I could go to church and get this free."
During a recent trip to China, Michigan Gov. William Milliken was stoic about being served the Peking duck, which, on its home turf, includes the bird's eyes and webbed feet. Still, that wasn't the only exotic moment. During dinner with Vice Premier Deng Xiaoping, "He kept a large spittoon between us," says Milliken, "and every few minutes he'd muster all his strength and all the noises that come with it and spit into the bucket. And every time he did, I moved out of the way."
•Antony Armstrong-Jones, Princess Margaret's ex, has become famous himself photographing celebrities but still hasn't gotten over the jitters after 37 years. Admits Tony: "I dread arriving for a sitting. I always hope the person has gone on vacation."
•At the end of a splashy tribute to her film career in San Francisco, Lana Turner, 59, appeared onstage. "You and Clark Gable were the most famous Hollywood love team for 15 years," boomed moderator Phil Sinclair. "That's longer than any one of your marriages." "Longer than all of my marriages," corrected Turner. "But that's enough of that."
•Visiting the U.S., Irish Prime Minister Jack Lynch remembered it was once common to see signs in the States reading "No Irish need apply." "But in looking at the list of presidential candidates, I can see a Reagan, a Connally, a Brown, a Kennedy and even a Carter. I am tempted to say that at this stage, only the Irish need apply."
•In Starting Over, Candice Bergen callously dumps hubby Burt Reynolds, but in real life, she concedes, "It hasn't been easy for men. They're the neglected ones. Men need a little understanding too." Still, she's outraged by those who wonder why, at 33, she hasn't wed yet. "I believe in getting married once," Candy explains. "I don't believe in doing it a lot."