updated 05/24/1982 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 05/24/1982 AT 01:00 AM EDT
Fabergé executive George Barrie was the esteemed guest, but Farrah Fawcett's gams were the legs-of-honor at a New York benefit dinner for the Guttman Foundation, which presented Barrie with its Humanitarian Award for his support of the fight against breast cancer. Scantily clad in gold jacket and satin miniskirt, Farrah was joined on the dais by Cary Grant and Joe Na-math, but there was no sign of beau Ryan O'Neal. They were, however, very much together several nights later at Manhattan's Tucano Restaurant.
Bette Davis guise
It was anything but a drag when fan Debbie Reynolds popped backstage to meet female impersonator Charles Pierce at Freddy's Supper Club in New York. "Let's do something campy," proposed Reynolds, and Pierce promptly launched into his cigarette-waving rendition of Bette ("What a dump!") Davis as Debbie gleefully mugged along. Charles also does piercingly accurate renditions of Mae West and Joan Crawford.
Silenced movie stars
While in Manhattan to promote Hanky Panky, their "comedy thriller" opening next month, Gilda Radner tweaked co-star Gene Wilder's jowls, perhaps helping him stay tight-lipped about their rumored romance. But actions speak louder than pinches. After resting up at Gilda's Connecticut home, they're off to Europe together, where Wilder will begin writing two more screenplays for films that will star—that's right—Gene and Gilda.
The Brothers Ritter
The occasion was the presentation of the first annual Tex Ritter Award at Knott's Berry Farm in Buena Park, Calif., and who better to present it than those smiling sons of Tex's, John, 33, and Tom, 34. The honor, given by the Academy of Country Music to the movie that best promotes C&W music, went to Clint Eastwood's Any Which Way You Can. Earlier, of course, Tom (who is afflicted with cerebral palsy), John, his wife, Nancy, and their kids, Jason, 2, and 10-week-old Carly, had enjoyed the amusement park every which way they could.
Meg's Scottish fling
England's royally unreserved Princess Margaret, 51, was in exuberant form last week, twirling on the arm of a be-kilted Scot during a spirited highland reel at the Royal Caledonian Ball in London's West End. The Princess arrived and left (at 3:30 a.m.) unattended by her constant companion—and rumored hubby-to-be—publisher Norman Lonsdale, 55. Has auld acquaintance been forgot? "I won't say we're not getting engaged because that sounds rude," Lonsdale has obliquely told the press. "It sounds corny—but we're just good friends."
Schroder gets a lift
Stealing scenes is Ricky Schroder's forte, but filching furs is a different kind of stole. Which is why Debbie Allen was miffed when the 12-year-old made off with her prized pelt at an NBC press breakfast at New York's Hotel Pierre. "See how good I look in a fur coat," yelped Ricky, who survived The Champ with Jon Voight to star in a forthcoming fall TV comedy called Silver Spoons. Retorted Allen, who has gone from Ragtime to riches in TV's Fame: "You're too young. Wait till you have your first hit show."