updated 09/05/1983 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 09/05/1983 AT 01:00 AM EDT
"I'm embarrassed every time I buy a can of soup," Andy Warhol said the other day, griping about his favorite brand—Campbell's, of course. As Andy told it, he never received a word of thanks for the massive publicity he gave Campbell's Soup with his 1962-1963 portraits of the red-and-white label. He said he heard from Campbell's only twice: once when they threatened to sue him for copying their label and another time when they bought one of his paintings as a gift for an exec. Well, with the way news travels these days, Andy's complaint soon reached the Campbell's folks, who mailed off a letter of apology and a package of items stamped with their logo. Andy, 52, says he appreciated all the great stuff they sent—an apron, a key chain, a mug, a tote bag—even if it was 20 years late.
Sorry, Wrong Number
When Ted (Too Close for Comfort) Knight took over as a guest disc jockey on L.A.'s KPRZ radio station for a week, he probably thought he would be in control of the jokes. No such luck. As it happens, his friend Rich Little was listening and called the station with the following message in his Richard Nixon voice: "Ted, I've watched your career with a great deal of interest. You've done some brilliant things. You've done some dumb things, but then, so have I. I just want to say, stick with it, don't give it up. Even though you're not the greatest politician...what?...this isn't Ted Kennedy?...Ted Knight? Oh, I don't want to talk about that clown."
Sweets for the Suite
Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor went to Washington for the same reason—to star in Private Lives—but they couldn't lead more separate lives offstage. At the Watergate Hotel, Richard, 57, new wife Sally Hay, 35, and about 20 pieces of luggage rarely leave their $450-a-night two-bedroom suite. They order up for room service lunches and dinners, cook their own bacon and eggs for breakfast and drink mostly Tab and Perrier. Meanwhile over at the Vista International Hotel, Liz seems to be putting on the Ritz. Her $675-a-night Presidential suite includes two bedrooms, a sunken marble tub with water jets and a separate room for 50-odd trunks of clothing. The room came with a seven-foot brass canopied bed that has such complex heating and massaging mechanisms that Liz had to have a lesson to work it. As for the menus, Joan Rivers would have a heyday. The hotel greeted her with a dozen or so homemade chocolate chip cookies and $120 bottles of Taittinger champagne for the first few days. Though her fiancé, Victor Luna, left for Mexico a few days after their arrival, Liz still steps out with an eye-catching male escort: her pet parrot, Alvin. Liz apparently has taught Alvin the beauty of simple tastes—he dines regularly on green grapes.
Blues in the Night
Folks on Nantucket like their peace and privacy. So when the police got a report of yelling and screaming at 12:30 a.m. from the neighbor of a local restaurant, they checked in at the scene of the crime. There they found former Rep. Margaret Heckler and a group of friends singing at the piano. Heckler was appointed earlier this year as U.S. Secretary of Health and Human Services. Even though her singing did little for the neighbor's health, the police left without making an arrest.
•At Robert Redford's 46th-birthday bash in Austin, Texas, the guest of honor stopped before slicing a chocolate cake covered with candles. "Could you please get a picture of that cake for my children?" Redford joked. "They forgot my birthday. I'd like to show them some people remembered."
•Dances change so fast. I just got the Mashed Potato down and now kids are dancing on their heads," Richard Pryor complained to a full house at Radio City Music Hall. "I went to a party. Michael Jackson was there. He spun 20 minutes in one spot. Makes you want to go up and slap him."