09/03/1984 at 01:00 AM EDT
Larry Hagman doesn't talk on Sundays. It's one of his little quirks and all his friends know it, which doesn't keep some of them from trying to trick Larry into seventh-day speaking. When a friend from the Middle East brought Michael Landon a genuine caftan, Landon got an idea about how to rile up his Malibu neighbors, including Hagman. He asked his swarthy, bearded pal to don the Arab garment, gave him a magnum of champagne and a silver goblet, took him out for a Sunday stroll on the beach and instructed him to gesticulate wildly toward the nearby homes. Landon got quick results. A neighbor known for gossip came down and breathlessly asked, "What's he doing? Is he interested in buying one of the houses?" Landon replied, "He wants to buy them all and price is no object." The news spread faster than a Malibu fire. Minutes later, as they passed Hagman's house, the usually silent actor ran toward them yelling at the top of his lungs, "Count me in!"
As John Travolta and Marilu Henner rode in a limo to the L.A. set of their film Perfect! one 8 a.m., they heard a KIIS-FM deejay pose a trivia question asking listeners to name three TV sitcoms with numbers in the title and offering a pair of tickets to the Jacksons' concert for the first correct answer. The question came from Rick Dees, who spices up his shows with wacky impersonations—including one of a dumdum sweathog named John Revolting. Travolta might not be expected to be a big Dees fan, but he wanted Jacksons tickets in the worst way. Grabbing the limo's mobile phone, John dialed and got through to the station. He gave the correct answer (One Day at a Time, 2 On the Town and Three's Company) and screamed like a Michael maniac when told he had won. There's nothing quite as exciting as a free ride.
Vicki Lawrence started off shipshape during an early August break from filming her NBC sitcom, Mama's Family. She joined her husband, businessman Al Schultz, and a crew of 11 men aboard their 44-foot sloop, Camouflage, to compete in Hawaii's big-time Pan Am Clipper Cup yacht races. However, Vicki abandoned ship before Camouflage, as part of a three-boat team, finished the five-race event in first place. "It's not fun at all out there," she complained. "There are 18-foot seas and 25-to 30-knot winds. And there's water coming over the front of the boat. It's like being Judy Carne on Laugh-In when she said 'Sock it to me.' If you look at the front of the boat you get water in your face. If you stand sideways, you get it in your ears." Still, Vicki promises to get her feet wet again. "Al loves it and as long as he loves it, I'll love it. But my dream is to have a great big obnoxious powerboat instead."
Photos of her miraculous torso on the beach or climbing in and out of sports cars made St.-Tropez famous. Even so, Brigitte Bardot likes to keep her distance from all the tourists she helped to attract. Despite a 1681 French ordinance that forbids using a beach as private property, Brigitte has lived for the past 21 years with a high wall extending around her land to the sea. For two years maritime authorities have fought to remove those walls and they just reached a compromise. B.B. now promises to cut new doors into the walls. When she is home, the doors will be locked; when she isn't, the doors will be open to the public. Serious sightseers take note.
The female audience at Manhattan's Chippendales squeals with delight as 30 hunks bump, grind and strip—unzipping their tight trousers for an eye-popping tease. However, one night not long ago an elderly woman with a commanding air walked onstage during the opening act and yelled, "Wait!" They did. "I have to tell you something!" she continued as the muscle men gaped. No one in the audience recognized the interloper, Ann Corio, a 1930s burlesque star who was almost as popular as Gypsy Rose Lee. "You can't give it all away at once," she instructed the male novices. Then she slowly lowered one shoulder of her dress for an object lesson in sexual tantalization. "Always remember," she concluded, reversing the classic wisdom, "a man's best asset is a woman's imagination."