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There he was, hovering pale and jittery, like an image that persists for a second after the set has been turned off. Jack Paar was back, on an NBC television special, "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the White House," a catalogue of droll film clips and skits about politics...
...quite the same Paar. All work and no play made Jack. Now that he had been retired for a year, the high-tension lines had dropped from his face; he looked younger, fitter, less neurotic-and less in tune with the times. He was obviously nervous and his timing was off. Still, because he was Paar, and because he has not forgotten how to put together a program with flavor, if not taste, the hour had more laughs than a week of canned comedies...
...WHITE HOUSE (NBC, 8:30-9:30 p.m.). A satirical and musical special on American politics starring Elliott Reid, Tom Lehrer, the Plaza9 troupe and the Buster Davis Singers. A funny thing also seems to have happened on the way to Maine. Old Jack Paar, supposedly rusticating there, is host-narrator...
...Yourselfer. Cavett began his New York career in 1959 as a TIME copy boy (a job about which, fortunately for all concerned, he has no jokes). Then he wrote comedy lines for Jack Paar, Groucho Marx, Jack E. Leonard and Jerry Lewis. Typical problem: how should Paar introduce a certain buxom movie star? Cavett's solution: "Here they are, Jayne Mansfield...
...inconsequential information ("The Duke of Windsor eats caviar with a spoon"), and dark hints of international espionage ("Anti-American factions are planning to blow up the Panama Canal"). When she wasn't being very nasty, she could be very nice. While she knocked Frank Sinatra and Jack Paar at every possible opportunity, she had only good things to say about Pop Singer Johnny Ray or Broadway Producer Richard Kollmar, her husband. She also wrote kindly about a Latin American playboy-until she learned that the playboy did not exist. He was the product of a pressagent's imagination...