08/30/1982 at 01:00 AM EDT
What the Doctor Ordered
Inspired by Alan Alda's character in the long-running TV series M*A*S*H, the Hawkeye Distilling Company in Skokie, Ill. is marketing a new vodka. Called Mash 4077 (after the TV hospital's unit number), the pick-me-up comes in an intravenous feeding bottle complete with a 17-inch stand and a silicone hose. The liquor industry may be sour on Mash 4077 ("in particular bad taste," huffed one wholesaler's rep), but the public seems to be drinking it up—in spite of the hefty price tag (around $20 for a one-liter bottle). "Our initial run is sold out," says marketing director Marty Schrero. Of course, one presumes it is being purchased solely for medicinal purposes.
Since Pablo Picasso died in 1973, his 56-year-old widow, Jacqueline, has kept to herself in her home in the south of France. This summer, though, she let 75 paintings, drawings and sculptures—mostly of her—out of the house for a show in Paris. And then Jacqueline herself paid some visits to the cultural center of the Marais, where she snuck around incognito and eavesdropped. One day she spotted a Franciscan monk lecturing on her husband's work and hovered behind him, whispering, "I want to learn something." The monk pointed to several paintings of Jacqueline, noting that they were obviously depictions of the same woman. "Picasso had a very special vision of women," said the monk. "But then, he had four of them." Finding it hard to stifle a laugh, Jacqueline left the room. She waited outside until the monk finished his tour, identified herself, and gave him a kiss on each cheek and a copy of the show catalog.
Using His Head
Andre Tchaikowsky, a Polish-born pianist, composer and Shakespeare enthusiast, finally realized his lifelong ambition to appear on the Shakespearean stage—three months after his death. Tchaikowsky (no relation to the Russian composer) passed away at his home in Cumnor, near Oxford, in June at age 46, but not before bequeathing his skull to the Royal Shakespeare Company for use in—you guessed it—the graveyard scene of Hamlet ("Alas, poor Yorick..."). All of which proves the old saw: Where there's a will, there's a way.
The Parent Trap
Mary Katherine Trible, 5½, was more than happy to accompany her daddy, Virginia Republican Rep. Paul S. Trible Jr., as he campaigned for the U.S. Senate, but she got tired of people forever saying to her, "Oh, you must be Congressman Trible's daughter." So her mother suggested that the next time it happened she should reply, "No, I am Mary Katherine Trible." The next time it happened, Mary Katherine was prepared, but it didn't come out quite the way it was supposed to. When Mary Katherine was introduced to the mayor of Newport News, who made the predictable observation about her parentage, Mary Katherine piped up: "No, my mother says that isn't so."
Throwing in the Towel
Nathalie Delon, 42, actor Alain's ex-wife, just finished writing, directing and starring in her first picture, And They Call It an Accident. While doing so, she discovered that being a woman sometimes makes up for lack of experience as a filmmaker. In one scene, Delon is supposed to emerge from the shower, wrapped in a towel, to face her smiling co-star Patrick Norbert. "We did it eight times and no smile," recalls Nathalie. "Finally, the ninth time, as I came out I dropped the towel. He broke into this big smile and I yelled, 'Cut!' Only a woman director can do that."
Elliot Richardson, 62, Washington lawyer and Richard Nixon's onetime Attorney General, thinks that the nation's capital has gone to the dogs. "Washington is really, when you come down to it, a city of cocker spaniels," he said on a PBS interview. "People are more interested in being petted and loved than in the real exercise of power."