updated 09/19/1983 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 09/19/1983 AT 01:00 AM EDT
Polo, rodeo—they both involve horses so a person can get confused. Or at least, Sylvester Stallone looked a bit mixed-up when he appeared in full-length suede-fringed chaps and an urban cowboy-type jacket at an L.A. celebrity polo match last month. Unlike most folks who paid $100 to $200 a ticket for this cancer research benefit, Sly came prepared for equestrian competition. If you could call it that. Sadly, his horse backed off at the sight of him during the relay race, causing an insurmountable delay. Then his team took second place, and Sly, used to being the Champ, looked not pleased. Without waiting for the finals, the Italian Stallion sulked away from the rest of the horsing around.
As legend has it, the Beatles' ballad Yesterday had the title Scrambled Eggs until Paul McCartney wrote a better lyric. Well, McCartney isn't the only one to think of food before love. At a tribute to lyricist Ira Gershwin, who died recently at 86, composer Arthur Schwartz recalled the "dummy lyrics" that Ira wrote for the tune that eventually became I Got Rhythm. They went: "Roly poly/ Eating solely/ Ravioli/ Better watch your diet or bust/ Lunch or dinner/ You're a sinner/ Please get thinner/ Losing all that fat is a must."
Horsewoman, Pass By
Carolyn Herbert, the 21-year-old blond stunner whose father manages Queen Elizabeth's racehorses, recently caused a stampede of Fleet Street rumors that she might also be leading around Prince Andrew. During the summer, Carolyn, whom the press falsely identified with the name of another beautiful blue blood, apparently paid so many visits to Balmoral Castle that she seemed a front-runner in the princely sweepstakes. When her real identity finally leaked out, reporters recognized her as an old family friend, not a new love interest for Andrew. In the end, there seems to be another dark-horse contender for Carolyn's affections. During her recent 10-day U.S. holiday, her traveling companion reportedly was Steve Cauthen, the leading American jockey whom horseman Robert Sangster brought to England four years ago.
Dress for Excess
On ABC's Dynasty, the Carrington family can buy just about anything it wants. Well, folks, don't believe everything you see. While shopping at Neiman-Marcus in Beverly Hills for clothes to adorn conniving Alexis Carrington (alias Joan Collins), the Dynasty wardrobe crew spotted a dress by Boston designer Alfred Fiandaca and just had to have it. Then they heard the price: $3,500. With a budget of only $1,500 per outfit, the Dynasty folks decided to pocket their wallets and move on—until the designer saved the day. Hearing about the situation, he chose to sell the dress from his showroom at the wholesale price of $1,650, which made the customers so happy they bought it as well as two others: for $1,500 and $1,650. A regular steal.
At a celebrity auction held in Wainscott, Long Island by Norman Lear's liberal activist group, People for the American Way, an attractive woman with an escort paid $125 for a swim in the Hamptons with Dick Cavett. "Is this swim with the lady or the man?" asked Cavett after the bidding was completed. The auctioneer, Broadway producer Norman Kean, looked out on an audience containing Betty Friedan, Nora Ephron and other enlightened friends. "There are no ladies here—just women," he said sternly. Wise guy, er, man.
TV critics asked Thomas Radecki, the chairman of the National Coalition on Television Violence, to assess the effect of sex and violence shown on the tube. "The sex issue is not nearly as serious as the violence issue," he replied. "Certainly sex is not what landed President Reagan in the hospital."