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For a while there in the Forest of Marly it seemed that the day's bag was going to include several I gendarmes and a few assorted bystanders. Pakistan's President Ayub Khan (below), invited by the French military to hunt in the forest outside of Paris, went after the pheasants as though he were defending the borders of his homeland: members of his own party were considering hitting the dirt. With his usual disregard for his personal safety President de Gaulle made a surprise appearance at the hunt, and with his usual luck he emerged unscathed to report a bag of 253 pheasants and a couple of rabbits.
England's Margaret is one of the swinging princesses, but every so often she runs up against royal protocol and is checked in midswing. It happened again recently when one of her favorite charities, the Dockland Settlements, gave a fund-raising dinner rather than the customary ball. Margaret attends most of the charity's functions, but this year's dinner was given at Crockford's, a gaming club. "A member of the Royal Family would never go where gambling took place," observed one Mrs. Pleydell-Bouverie, who does go regularly to Crockford's. "If we had held the dinner elsewhere I am sure the Princess would have come." Had she been free to go to Crockford's Margaret might have had a more sedate time than she had at last year's ball in London's Savoy Hotel. On that occasion somebody spilled wine all over Margaret's shoes.
The Jets' Joe Namath (right) has dropped by the Playboy Bunnies' place of business from time to time, and last week some of the girls returned the favor and came out to Shea Stadium where Joe pursues his line of work. Namath was supposed to be coaching them for a forthcoming touch-football game with the all-male Cougar team from United Press International, but there was a certain absence of fierce dedication to this avowed purpose and a suspicious presence of the press. One observer estimates that journalists outnumbered the five Bunnies and Jets Namath, Boozer, Mathis, Lammons and Atkinson by at least 2 to 1. Dialogue was pretty press-agenty. One reporter asked a Bunny who was the most shifty-hipped? "We're all pretty shifty-hipped," was the deadpan answer. Namath fooled around with the Jets' playbook, tried to herd the girls into a huddle, said firmly to the Bunny who thought she was quarterback, "You're not smart enough," and finally got them all into a semblance of an I formation. It should be a great game.
From 1933 to 1937 California's Governor Ronald Reagan was a sportscaster for a Des Moines, Iowa radio station under his childhood nickname of Dutch. Even his checks were made out to Dutch Reagan, and for years he was billed that way on movie marquees in Des Moines. However, when he was a 170-pound tackle for Eureka College in Illinois, he recalls, "There was this bearded giant on the other side of the line...I was somewhat rosy-cheeked in those days, and he took one look at me and said something like, 'Say, Baby Face, how did you get in this game?' On the next play I really let him have it and finally one of my teammates yelled at me, 'O.K., Killer, get back in the huddle.' " If Reagan should turn out to be our next President or Vice-President the American public will have to decide which nickname to apply: Dutch, Baby Face or Killer.
"We got two hours of really great enjoyment out of this and a lot more laughs than out of the Grand Prix," said Denis Hulme, who got the World Driving Championship out of the Grand Prix race in question, even if it wasn't a lot of laughs. Hulme was referring to a postrace evening spent fighting bulls. He, Jimmy Clark and the rest of the contenders in Mexico City's race (SI, Oct. 30) went some 30 miles out of town to dine at a restaurant that happened to be equipped with a small bullring and five baby bulls. All the drivers seized capes and took turns playing with the bulls, with varying degrees of distinction. Graham Hill entered the ring on a donkey and was knocked to the ground. Hulme himself managed to step aside when his baby bull charged, but did admit, "Once he chased me across the ring when I did not have a cape, and I ran like anything." He added, "I had been to a big bullfight in Barcelona, and I did not like it. I don't agree with cruel sports."
Australia's Prime Minister, Harold Holt, has been trying to push physical fitness in Australia and is himself in the habit of leaping up and doing morning exercises. Mrs. Holt is not doing much for the cause, though. "I am thoroughly bored with the whole thing," she says. "I'm short and fat, and that's that."
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