Prattling Pompadour

"This is going to be wild," smirked Jack Paar before she floated into his Show one day last week, her pink-tipped fingers hiding "my cleavage" from the camera's peeping eye. For the next 85 minutes, Zsa Zsa ("Call me by my first Ja") Gabor turned prophecy into reality. Her seemingly artless and endless prattle displaced planned interviews and sketches (wailed Paar: "At what point tonight did I lose control of this show?"), frustrated the pawky comic, "Charlie Weaver" (Cliff Arquette), by seizing on his every lead-in joke line and running off with it. In fine, she out-Elsaed Elsa Maxwell (said Zsa Zsa later: "Why not? I measure 36-22-36"), the usual life of the Paarty.

Implausibly pretty and dazzlingly blonde, Zsa Zsa fielded references to her unprivate love life with wide-eyed candor that was disarming, and left her unabashed (her recent flibbertigibbeting with Ramfis Trujillo got her denounced in Congress as "apparently the most expensive courtesan since Madame de Pompadour"). She even broke in on that most cherished of TV sacraments, the commercial, once got Paar so flustered by interrupting his Norelco razor sales pitch ("It will cut him!" she cried) that he screamed: "It won't cut anything!" The audience was delighted. "Just what I expected," bubbled Paar after the show. "She asked me what to do. I said, 'Be yourself.' " He invited Zsa Zsa back for a return match and said, when she came back two days later: "My name is Jack Paar. I'm the announcer on the Zsa Zsa Gabor show." Paar was a gallant loser. Closing out their first show, he explained: "When I saw her on a little local show in California ... I wanted her right away." Unwilling to let a man have the last word, Zsa Zsa interrupted: "Nobody gets me right away."

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