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Muhammad Ali glowed in a white satin robe while Joe Frazier menaced in crushed velvet with "Smokin' Joe across the back. Still, the two ex-champ fighting last week in Madison Square Garden were all but lost sartorially to their fans. It was a crowd of funk-furred and metallic-threaded celebrities, including Chanteuse Bette Midler in jeans and mink, New York Knick Star Walt Frazier in a bold red and white blazer, Actor Jack Nicholson in loud pin stripes, Barbra Streisand in a sombrero, plus Senators Edward Kennedy and John Tunney in mufti. Ali Partisan John Kennedy...
...colleagues do not consider me a good role model," says Duke, 39, who favors red velvet suits and wears his blond hair over the collar. "They say I do not know how to lose." Now Duke is planning how to win an acquittal at Geraway's new trial. He hopes the trial comes during the summer, lest it interrupt his classes. Every so often, says the tenured professor, "my dean and I have a little talk, and since I have never done the outside writing that is expected, he wants to know what I am doing with my time...
BRIEFLY--Guitarist and singer of velvet soul George Benson will be at Jazz Workshop this week. There will be soul next door, too, with the Persuasions playing Paul's Mall...Boston's big-name concert this week will be the New York Dolls playing the Orpheum. Never having heard them, I hope they're better performers than whoever writes their press releases...
...KISS FOR MOTHER by Tomi Ungerer. 40 pages. Houghton Mifflin. $5.95. Piper Paw is a bad-hat young cat who cannot abide being called Honey Pie by his mother, Mrs. Velvet Paw. Nor can he stand her icky kisses. After plying the little creep with Casserole of Mole Innards, mother finally slaps son into silence. He buys her yellow roses and they come to a kissless domestic stalemate that is better than their sweet-and-sour past. A very sharp and funny book...
Wearing a long, chinchilla-trimmed orange paisley coat, velvet jockey cap and sturdy black lace-ups, Nevelson was a little doubtful about the location of her work among the luxury apartment houses of upper Park Avenue. Some passers-by agreed with her, though not for the same reason. "It's hideous!" exclaimed a matron only to be overruled by a threeyear-old completely attuned to Nevelson's wave length. "It isn't the Statue of Liberty," he cried. "What's it called...