updated 04/23/1984 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 04/23/1984 AT 01:00 AM EST
After a long ceremony on Jerusalem's Mount Scopus, where she dedicated a Jewish studies center named after her father, Emanuel, Barbra Streisand desperately needed to find a bathroom. She got directions, then made a beeline down a corridor and into a room with a man's silhouette on the door. "Wait," shouted an onlooker. "You're in the men's room." "So what?" Barbra responded, reluctantly dashing out in search of the women's counterpart. "I'm used to it from Yentl."
If the Shoo Fits
Put William F. Buckley Jr. in a plane, and he has his head in the clouds. The Christian Science Monitor told the story of a TWA flight attendant who watched Buckley unpack huge stacks of paperwork during a transatlantic flight. Engrossed in the homework that overflowed from his lap to the floor, Buckley didn't speak to anyone. When he got up to stretch, the man sitting next to him called the flight attendant. The man had taken off his shoes and couldn't locate them under the discarded papers. They finally uncovered one, then another, only to find that the shoes didn't match. When Buckley returned, the mystery was solved. He too had been flying with his shoes off and slipped into the nearest pair, one of his own and one his neighbor's.
Desi Arnaz and Gary Morton clearly aren't the only people to have loved Lucy. When the Museum of Broadcasting in Manhattan decided to honor Lucille Ball, 72, as the first lady of comedy, loyal fans waited in cold, rainy weather for up to three days to attend an open discussion with their favorite star. That night many declared their undying love, and one small, chubby woman asked for the chance to shake Lucy's hand. Lucy politely said she couldn't do that or everyone would want the same treatment. The woman begged, "Oh please, Lucy, it would mean so much to me." Well, that was it. Lucy gave in and extended her hand for a shake. Instead, the woman lunged up onstage and gave her an endless bear hug. Eventually Lucy pulled away and admitted under her breath, "She scared the hell out of me!" When a little boy later asked for Lucy's autograph, she declined. "But you gave that lady a hug!" he whined. You know Lucy's famous I-told-you-so look? The little boy got one—but not an autograph.
Hot Shirt Artist
Ed Schlossberg, a frequent companion of Caroline Kennedy, will help make the streets into a giant museum when he and 19 other young artists put their work on silk-screened T-shirts. The Ts, which were commissioned by fashion designer Willi Smith and will come in one extra-large size to fit all, go on sale in department stores and museums this month for about $37. Not exactly Fruit of the Loom prices, but then the buyer walks away in genuine, limited-edition artwork. "I wanted to make a shirt that responded to the body inside it," says Ed, who printed the words "Your Eyes," "Changes" and "Insight" on a T treated with liquid crystal that changes color according to body temperature—red when you're hot, green when you're not. Ed adds, "The shirt will tell you something about the way the person wearing it is feeling at the moment." So be prepared. The next time Caroline and Ed step out, she just might wear her heart on her sleeve.
•MTV recently reported that West German police arrested members of Ted Nugent's heavy-metal rock band for drunk driving. Ted, a 36-year-old father of two, had a somewhat different police encounter. "They nailed me doing 90 miles per hour the wrong way down the autobahn," he says. "But young Ted was sober as a nun."
•It's hard to please Clara ("Where's the beef?") Peller. In Washington, D.C. Clara stopped by a Yummy Yogurt stand and demanded "Where's the yogurt?" According to the Washington Post, the employees served up a large vanilla cone. Petulant as always, Clara looked at the cone and said, "That's too much for a little lady to eat."