Looks here as if Soviet Premier Aleksei Kosygin, hockey stick in hand, is trying to break the ice with Montreal Captain Henri Richard. The scene was Vancouver, British Columbia, where Kosygin attended a Canadiens-Canucks game. Before the face-off he told Richard that "hockey players are great workers. I have great respect for them." And then to prove his point he gave Richard and Canuck Captain Orland Kurtenbach a set of cuff links, a tiepin and a small hockey stick autographed by Russia's top players. Kosygin received his reward a few minutes later: a standing ovation from the 15,000 fans on hand. It was the warmest reception so far for the Russian premier on his Canadian trip.
The Vice-President, like so many of the world's dignitaries, was invited to Iran last month to help celebrate the anniversary of the founding of the Persian Empire 2,500 years ago. Mr. and Mrs. Spiro T. Agnew had to rough it at the Persepolis celebration. staying in a tent. But what a tent. It had everything the Vice-President might need, including in its personal library an autographed copy of a golf instructional book by Arnold Palmer.
Former Governor Edmund G. (Pat) Brown of California, on the other hand, learned how fickle fame can be. Out golfing with some friends the other day, he got his ball to within 2� feet of the pin and looked entreatingly at his playing companions. "Are you going to give me this one?" he asked.
"Putt it out," they replied. He did, and he made it. But that didn't remove the sting.
"When I was governor," he pointed out afterward, "they used to give me those."
Just about a year ago, on the night of Muhammad All's comeback bout with Jerry Quarry in Atlanta, a team of thieves knocked over a houseful of out-of-town fans having a postfight party, getting away with loot estimated as high as $500,000. The whole thing sounded like a Hollywood plot—movie, that is—to Georgia State Senator Leroy Johnson, and now he and a local black organization plan to make a film about it. They could call it Ali-Quarry and the 40 Thieves.
You dirty rat! Thought you'd get away with it, did you? Veteran movie tough guy Jimmy Cagney, whose distaste for publicity is legend, was not quick enough to elude cameramen at Stony Brook, L.I. last week. when he rode along atop a four-horse carriage in a horse and driving competition. That's Meg Ferguson on buggy whip.
Out in San Francisco, the disc jockeys are assaulting the airwaves with a hot 45 on the Daybreak label on which the Oakland Raiders' George Blanda sings It's Never Too Late and This Ole House. Only trouble is, the group backing him up is so loud—or George is so quiet—that it sounds as if he is at the bottom of a pileup.
Godfathers are popping up all over. There is Hollywood's godfather portrayed by Marlon Brando in the film of the same name: and there is the Washington Redskins' godfather, Cornerback Pat Fischer, who became teammate Ron McDole's godfather when the 6'4" 288-pound defensive end got married and converted to Catholicism. What sort of spiritual guidance has Godfather Fischer a Horded Godson McDole? "I never had to do a thing for him," says Fischer, "except tell him to charge a little wider on the sweeps."
You mean not everyone is a Johnny Carson fan? Carson, the host and star of the Tonight show, hates it when he is preempted by a sporting event, so he was probably charmed to learn that the Winter Olympics from Sapporo, Japan next February may replace nine showings of Tonight. Said one NBC exec, probably a skier, "A dash of cold winter air might be a refreshing change."