Shaun is gone
Unlike that other teeny throb, Erik Estrada, Shaun Cassidy, 21, owned up immediately to his pre-Christmas nuptials—but like him married an older woman. The bride was Ann Pennington, mother of a little girl and an L.A. model who is making her move locally in a jiggly TV commercial for a haberdashery chain. The place was his own hilltop backyard overlooking the San Fernando Valley. There were four best men: already wed half brother David, 29; his band member pal David Jolliffe; and the last two remaining bachelor sons of Shirley Jones and the late Jack Cassidy: Patrick, 17, and Ryan, 13.
Farrah's protector
In New York for talks with her Fabergé bosses, Farrah Fawcett was letting her hair down. She and current squeeze Ryan O'Neal had been combing the town, ducking into theaters and snuggling in limos. In search of food as spicy as all the speculation, they went to an Indian restaurant, Gaylord, where they ran into a friend. Which was fortunate, because when the trio emerged to a battery of photogs and Ryan deserted her, Farrah was in good hands. "I am her bodyguard," quipped the burly pal—José Torres, a writer and ex-light heavyweight champ.
Audrey and who?
Audrey Hepburn is still at 50 the cynosure of all rumors, but that young swain on her arm is Sean Ferrer, 19, her son by previous husband Mel. Her night out with Sean in New York was a stopover on her trip from her Rome home to L.A. to ponder film projects. Sean, no novice in the business himself, had just wrapped work as an assistant director on a big-budget Korean war drama, Inchon, starring Lord Olivier. Sean is also Hollywood-bound. Unlike Mom, he intends to stay.
The McCartney clan goes knees up
Paul McCartney, who's already in Guinness as the world's most popular recording artist ($20 million gross estimated last year), may make the book again—as the rocker with the most relatives. On the Liverpool kick-off of his current U.K. tour, he threw a traditional British "Knees Up" in a hotel bar, collecting some 70 aunts, uncles and cousins (his parents are dead). Though brother Mike (right)—who headed a now defunct rock group, Scaffold—was the only pro, there was much dancing and singing of songs like Get Me to the Church on Time, delighting the domesticated ex-Beatle. "It seems tough for someone who has got a lot of money to say the best things in life are free," mused Paul, "but I really think that."
Miss New Jersey toots
Mary Carol McGinnis is the Benny Goodman of the Boardwalk. Although her tootling of a hot hora on her clarinet didn't win Miss New Jersey the crown at the Miss America Pageant in Atlantic City last September, the music teacher, 22, now has a consolation prize: a bronze shoe from the Footwear Council. The footless FC punsters who honor folks who achieve "fabulous feats" said she qualified by making "great strides with her beauty." Straining equally, she played them The Beer Barrel Polka as, well, sole music.
Robert Merrill rocks
The last time opera star Robert Merrill was backstage at Manhattan's Palladium (it was the Academy of Music then), he was concertizing in white tie. Now he was there attending his first rock show and the initial big gig of son David, 24, the bassist of a group called the Rattlers. After enjoying such Rattler epics as Slug, Robert came to the dressing room to congratulate (from left) David, lead singer Mitch Leigh (the brother of punk rocker Joey Ramone) and drummer Matty Quick. "They're so good," said Dad, "I wouldn't mind joining them for a number. But my ears are still rattling."
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