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A-10 A-ll A-12 Conversation Thratrr Comics I'iion he Sxut Monday, July 13, 1970 A.l). Rose Kennedy Is Senior Citizen of the Jet Set MH TUT Living At 80 vrars old Hose Kennedy uet around the world like any high-powered member of the Jet Set. Instead of slowing down, she is more than ever before on the go: the Paris fashion openings, smart New York restaurants, Palm Deach during the season. How Rose lives it up on two continents and spends a fortune on clothes and jewels is revealed in this second part of a series by Pulit-itzer Prize Winning Correspondent Fred Sparks ROSE KENNEDY'S LAST HURRAH. '0 I PC r' '2 A 1 By FRED SPARKS PLACE.

La Caravelle, one of those snooty New York French restaurants where, if you only have $10 to spend, you'll starve. TIME. A sunny May afternoon, 1970. At one table sits author Truman fapote, the pet of publishers and dowagers, with Mrs. William S.

Paley, whose husband, poor dear, has only one network to his name CBS. At an adjacent table is the Duchess of Windsor, conversing in French with an aging Parisian Baron who has been described as looking like the radiator cap on a Rolls Royce. Elsewhere are other IN people moaning the bear market, fading movie stars discussing alimony and facelifts, young men-around-town discussing the season's crop of debutantes. THEN BAM! there appears a mesmerizing figure at the entrance A GRANDE DAME whose dynamic presence makes all heads turn as if they were at a tennis match and she was the ball. She wears a Yves St.

Laurent black brocaded dress and shoes with lattice work. Also a diamond brooch so impressive and shiny that, to protect the eyes, the sparkler had best be viewed through dark glasses. Every chestnut hair is in place, and why not? Just two hours ago Jose, the young Spanish "genius" of the Plaza, worked wonders with his talented comb in her opulent Central Park South co-operative at her figure. She has the bosom of' a girl in the teens." Rose has always been on the GO! GO! One time the late Adlai Ste-' venson said: Kennedy is, among, other things, the director of the most important Federal Employment Agency in the United States." In recent months Rose Kennedy lias-not confined her dramatic entrances lo posh places like Caravelle in New York. She's also been making the scene, io Palm Beach, London, Athens and to name but a few.

In Paris several weeks ago, she slipped into Maxim's with Aristotle and Jacqueline while old friends trooped over to pay their respects to Rose, Jackie and An' nibbled on raw vegetables, sipped champagne, and played tic-tac-toe. Rose has made three round trips to, Europe since Christmas, which should qualify her as the Senior Citizen of the' Jet Set. Although Rose's portfolio of securities is probably worth more th.an-Afghanistan, she prefers to travel alone, without a maid or secretary. This is' not necessarily an economy, for as soon, as she checks into, say, a suite at the Ritz in Paris, a delegation of servants are immediately assigned to watch over her, and such attention does not come cheap. Rose can be demanding and why not? She insists that as soon as she, (Continued on A 13, Column 1) As the GRANDE DAME advances she acknowledges the attention by waving to one and all, a discreet wave, just from the wrist; A Queen Mother's wave, for that's what she is to her subjects.

One young Manhattan beauty stage whispers to her companion: watch that Octogenarian go! The Octogenarian in question is none other than Rose Kennedy, surely the world's best known Mother and Grandmother. Please remember, when discussing Rose Kennedy at 80 we're not talking about an ordinary woman of considerable years. Most Octogenarians, if they're still ambulatory, are delighted to spend a quiet evening at home with Lawrence Welk. Not Rose Kennedy she's out more evenings than a rock 'n roll group. Generally, Octogenarians talk about yesterday Rose Kennedy talks about tomorrow and her tomorrow has one purpose: Ted Kennedy in the White House.

Rose Kennedy has plenty going for her; her mother was well in her 90s when she died. I've seen her several times in the last month, and her mind is as precise as that of any 40-year-old top-flight executive. And as for Rose Kennedy's physical condition she's worthy of a paper in the Journal of the American Medical Association. Former Vogue Editor Carol Phillips, manager of Clinique cosmetics, who is an authority on the preservation of females, told me: "When I saw Rose Kennedy recently I took a good look I AP Wirepholo Wrs. Rose Kennedy at Jet Set Gala with son Ted Kennedy and wife Joan I he Far Left's Far -Out Lawyer A Little Nudity Goes a Lon a War i If I (i 1 if tot Jf tf-'4 if 4 I xv 4 fe Hi By JACQULV SANDERS Newsweek Feature Service NEW YORK William M.

Kunstler is that traditional American figure the defense attorney who defies tradition. Colorful, cocksure, capable on the one hand of the sweetest possible reasonableness and on the other of the most outrageous he goes his flamboyant, rebellious way, sublimely unworried by the vast number of people he infuriates. High among this number are judges, as was demonstrated at the Chicago trial last fall of eight radicals accused of trying to foment riots. In the following passage-at-arms, Kunstler was attempting to impeach the credibility of the government's star witness: Kunstler: "Were you ever arrested?" Prosecutor: "Objection." Judge: "Sustained." Kunstler brushes his shock of graying black hair off his forehead, pivots his lanky 6-foot-3-inch frame and gazes disdainfully at tiny, elderly Judge Julius Hoffman. Then, deliberately he rephrases the same question, draws another sustained objection, and the process is repeated again and again, as he builds up a record for appeal to a higher court.

Finally Hoffman cuts him off in mid-sentence. Judge: "That is not proper, Mr. Kunstler." Kunstler: "I guess the Appellate will tell me the proper method." Judge: "Don't threaten me with a cheap remark like that." Kunstler: "That wasn't a cheap remark no further questions," But the jury and perhaps the Appellate Court got the message, and so did the judge who later sentenced him to an unprecedented four years and 13 days for contempt of court. Like so many cases involving Kunstler, his own will drag on in the higher courts, perhaps for years, before final disposition. Meanwhile, he carries on with a list of clients that reads like a summary of the key civil rights and civil liberties cases of the past decade.

Martin Luther King was his client; so was Rap Brown, Stokely Carmichael, Adam Clayton Powell. Now he is one of the handful of white lawyers the Black Panthers trust and he is defending them in cases all over the country. In the process he has become a pop hero to the left and to large numbers of the disgruntled young. His lectures draw large and enthusiastic audiences. Recently, more than half the Notre Dame student body gave him a thunderous ovation as he told them: "People are no longer going to content themselves with a picket line around a building.

People are going to occupy the building, to take over the building. By TOM GREEN Sun-Telegram Staff Writer It all depends on what you were expecting with "The Secret of the Chartreuse Garter." That's the play that the Olive Dell Little Theater, the local thespian effort of the Olive Dell Ranch in Reche Canyon, gave to a packed house of 350. Olive Dell is a nudist retreat and undoubtedly a lot of people were there as tourists. They were promised a little bit of nudity, which they got, and probably went home satisfied, with enough coffee-break conversation to last them a week. Most of the others were practicing nudists who didn't come to see nudity.

They came to be entertained a little warm summer night's diversion. Fos the most part, I don't think they demanded much and went away satisfied that they had been entertained. So, all in all, it was a successful evening. Which isn't to say anything about the play. The play is a farce served up with a generous portion of ham.

The humor is pretty broad, occasionally ribald, and only rarely what you would call hysterically funny. It was written by Don Kisinger and Brad Kopp, who have also written another play called "Vibrations" which is to be performed later this month. The concept of "Chartreuse" isn't all that bad. It has to do with three gangsters who have captured for ransom a buxom dance hall girl and her straight-laced girl friend and taken them to a deserted tavern in a Wild West ghost town. Except that it isn't deserted.

It is still haunted by the ghosts of Chartreuse, the late town madame, and most of her girls. Long ago, she had been separated from her son and daughter. How she gets them back makes the foil for the plot. Most of the actors seemed to be just playing their roles for fun, not taking things too seriously. But they got their laughs.

The grand lady who played Chartreuse was just grand, however. Four of the ladies shuck their duds for the show. But the nudity is certainly not erotic. It isn't really necessary to the play, either. Still, what's a little nudity among friends? One of the best parts of the evening was the set which the Olive Dell players had designed.

The set was black-lighted when the ghosts were on stage and it made a nice effect. But the ranch needs a little more wattage to illuminate some of the other scenes. The folks at Olive Dell are thinking about taking the play around to other nudist camps. With a little work on some of the rough edges, I have a feeling their audiences will find it appealing entertainment. William Kunsllei "There are plenty of other lawyers around who are doing the same work as Bill Kunstler and working just as hard, and Bill Kunstler is getting all the headlines.

It's very demoralizing to those others who are working so hard and not getting any notice." But what most bothers other lawyers is even more basic; it is Kunstler's subordination of himself and his legal strategy to the will of his radical clients. "The lawyer has got to be boss," says Bailey, and most attorneys operate under the general rule that a client makes only one major decision: to plead guilty or not guilty. Kunstler sees it differently. He considers himself a "political" lawyer who defends "only those whose goals I share." For example, in the Chicago trial, he did not attempt to win his boisterously rude clients' freedom on narrow technical grounds, as would have been highly possible. Instead, he went And I rather imagine, unless the government listens, people are going to burn down the building." Yet he never calls outright for violence and, as a lawyer, he continues to work through the legal process.

"I think there are outlets, methods short of violence, to overhaul society," he says. The enthusiasm of the left-leaning young for Kunstler is not shared by a large pirtion of the bar. Establishment lawyers criticize his flamboyance in the same way they criticize that of widely publicized defense attorneys like Edward Bennett Williams and F. Lee Bailey. They also shake their heads in a way they do not at Williams and Bailey at what they charge is Kunstler's failure to do the "druge work," to prepare his cases in depth.

Even lawyers on the left seemed miffed at his "star quality," though lawyerlike they refuse to be quoted by name. Says one: along with their decision to try to discredit not the particular case against, them, but the law in general. 1 "Consonant with my duties to niy; client and assuming my individual clients agree, I have an overriding client' the Movement itself," he "If the individual client is willing to give up his own desires and follow the dictates of the Movement, then the desire of the Movement comes first and' that's very difficult for traditional' lawyers to accept." Indeed it is. At 51, Kunstler himself, was a long time reaching his stage of radicalism. His background was solidly middle class.

The son of a New. York physician, he graduated from rose from private to major in the Army, during World War II, attended Columbia Law School and then went to Macy's as an executive trainee. (Continued to A-ll, Column 2).