The recent Jefferson-Jackson Day dinner in Indianapolis brought out some fine literary ruffles and flourishes. Senator Birch Bayh gave a deft demonstration of cliche clustering with his characterization of "a rubber-stamp candidate chosen by the vested interests in a smoke-filled room." Senator Vance Hartke offered some introspective metaphysics: "What must we seem to the deeper inner selves of ourselves?" And State Democratic Chairman Gordon St. Angelo, when asked if he was trying to get Teddy Kennedy to run for President, showed old Mrs. Malaprop a thing or two: "I haven't made any ovations to him, and he hasn't made any to me."

It was all-star week at the U.S. Parole Board. Yes, said the board, to parole applications from 1) Bobby Baker, 43, the onetime protegeof Lyndon B. Johnson who has served 15 months of a one-to-three-year sentence for theft, income tax evasion and conspiracy to defraud the Government; 2) Dr. Martin Sweig, 50, an assistant to former House Speaker John W. McCormack who has served nine months of a 43-month sentence for perjury, bribery and conspiracy in procuring military discharges; 3) Anthony De Angelis, 56, who has served seven years of a 20-year sentence for his $150 million financial swindle with nonexistent vegetable oil. No, said the board, to the application of Publisher Ralph Ginzburg, 42, who has served two months of his three-year sentence for sending pornography through the mails in the promotion campaign he devised for his publications, notably the now defunct Eros.

There is nothing like an infusion of royalty to raise money for a good cause. Princess Alexandra of Kent, cousin of Queen Elizabeth II, lent her aristocratic presence to a dinner dance at Manhattan's Americana Hotel, and the infusion was further strengthened by the presence of Film Star Cory Grant. The result was a happy stamping ground for some 1,200 of New York's upward mobility set and a gratifying take for Variety Clubs International, which aids handicapped and needy children.

One brunette beauty who talks tough to cops and gets away with it is Empress Farah of Iran. Her country's police are "ill-mannered and inconsiderate," she told them to their collective face in a speech at the police academy. "They show unnecessary favor to royal motorcades and owners of large, luxurious cars." Later she explained that "often when we are passing by, policemen push people--including children --away in their attempt to serve us. This is no service." The police brass said that the royal remarks would be noted carefully. The police cadets cheered.

"I am very nervous, but also excited," said Actress Mia Farrow on the point of making her British stage debut in J.M. Barrie's Mary Rose with a repertory troupe in Manchester. Mia's two-year-old twin boys will be staying with her, but if Husband Andre Previn wants to see the play, he will have to sneak into the theater. "I have a horror of anyone I admire watching me act," says Mia. "I have made him promise not to let me know when he comes." Does this presage more footlights in her future? Well . . . "I'd love to play Viola in Twelfth Night and Strindberg's Miss Julie--and of course I must play Juliet."

A black girl a hit in South Africa? America's Eartha Kitt, currently on tour there, is a lithe and lively success in apartheid-land. The black singer from North, S.C., is putting up with the South African law that segregates her audiences because, she says, "Communication is better than isolation. I would rather take from the affluent whites and make prices lower for nonwhites and leave part of my earnings in this country for the education of nonwhites." -

George Wallace and his pretty wife, Cornelia, make for some lively domestic dialogue on the campaign trail. "Get on over there and get me a pecan pie," said George at a roadside restaurant, and she did. But later, Cornelia evened it up when a reporter asked her if she makes political speeches. "No," she replied, "and if I ever do, I'll make them for myself--not anybody else." At another stop, Cornelia was telling how George's suits are given to him by a clothing company. Glowering, George denied wearing free suits. Cornelia insisted that he had one on right then. -

It is a lucky coincidence, says Movie Producer Martin Gosch, that The Godfather has burst upon the movie-going world just ten years after Lucky Luciano gasped his last in the Naples airport. When Lucky suffered his fatal coronary, he and Gosch were discussing a movie of the mobster's life--a movie that Gosch agreed would not be made for ten years. Now the ten years are up and Gosch plans to start shooting next year. "This man was No. 1, the kingpin, probably one of the most complex personalities that ever lived," he says. "He designed the rackets. He put together a modus operand! that would have stood the president of General Motors in good stead. But he had no interest in legitimate business."

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