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...former Disney Special Effects Chief Robert Mattey and Jaws Art Director Joe Alves, Bruce is, in fact, triplets-one to be photographed from the right side, one from the left and one for all angling. The three are currently working on location in the waters off Martha's Vineyard...
...fate of British Actor Robert Shaw is not pleasant. He will shortly be chewed to death by a mechanical shark called Bruce, even as his salary is chewed up by the IRS. On location in Martha's Vineyard for the movie Jaws, Shaw is impatient with the delays that have put the film two months behind schedule; if he works more than 90 days in the U.S. he will be taxed. "We've got at least another month to go," he groaned in the longueurs between takes...
...should show 'em," crows Yolanda Davis, 20, a brown-breasted Tetonesque dancer who bathes in the buff at Venice. "There's nothing nicer than a totally tan body with no white stripes of civilization in between," philosophizes Peter Simon, 27, a freelance photographer on Martha's Vineyard. On a sunny Saturday the secluded dunes on Free Beach in Truro, Mass., reveal 500 bare beach bunnies of all ages. Defying the garment industry, New York vestiphobes invade Jones Beach early weekday mornings and shed their clothes. Every summer brings a flurry of nude bathing, but this year more...
Died. Katharine Cornell, 81, empress of the American theater; of pneumonia; in Vineyard Haven, Mass. "Kit" Cornell grew up in Buffalo, where her father gave up a medical practice to manage a playhouse. She joined the Washington Square Players in New York in 1917, did stock parts in Buffalo and Detroit, and caught the notice of Guthrie McClintic, a young director. They married in 1921, the year Cornell first played on Broadway, starting one of the theater's most auspicious connubial collaborations. During the 40 years of their marriage, McClintic directed Cornell in almost all of her roles...
James Taylor. Well, the sensitive folkie from Martha's Vineyard turned out to be another rich kid with rich kid's dreams and less and less to say musically as his albums wore on. It's too bad, because he sings well. I find it hard to listen to him now without recalling the National Lampoon's James Taylor parody: "Good-bye to New York City, where the street lights shine like strobes/Good-bye to Carolina where I left my frontal lobes." Sunday, May 19 at the Music Hall...