THE
AFTERLIFE
by Earl Wilson
No
reunion for Abbott
and Costello.
The comedy duo says
now’s not the time.
Mahatma
Gandhi
is working out with
weights. "I’m a
hunk," he boasted to
Lana Turner,
who’s more impressed
with old flame Johnny
Stompanato. By the way,
the BW
never looked lovelier.
John Lennon
is "bored,"
says his one-time manager
Brian Epstein,
who let us know the
ex-moptop is "tired
of hanging out with a
bunch of dead
drummers."
Orson Welles
says, "I’ve
lost two hundred
pounds!" How does he
do it?
"Oxidation."
Don’t
think Eddie Arcaro,
jockey extraordinaire,
isn’t glad to see
old pal Walter Matthau,
who won (and lost) a
fortune on the diminutive
horseman.
Dick Nixon’s
considering another run
for office. That is,
"if Jack Kennedy
stays out of the
race," he adds in
good humor.
"Too
loud," complains
curmudgeonly Charles Darwin
of recent arrival Tito Puente.
Don’t like to mambo,
Chuck?
Vivian Vance
is improving.
"But I’m still
dead," she jokes.
Al Capone
turned his ankle roller
skating, of all things.
Ouch.
That’s
Oyl, brother.
|
