For years Butcher Jack Savenor of Cambridge, Mass., has counted French Chef Julia Child as one of the steadiest customers at his United Service Supermarket, which is said to offer the best cuts in New England. Whatever the quality of the meat, though, the underground paper Boston After Dark has now accused Savenor of short-weighting. A B.A.D. reporter bought a whole rib of beef, which he says Savenor weighed at 40 Ibs.; on the scales of the Boston Bureau of Weights and Measures, it came to 35 Ibs. A rib marked at 35 Ibs. weighed only 32 Ibs. on Savenor's own scale. B.A.D. filed a complaint, but Chef Julia says resolutely that "Jack Savenor remains the butcher I use. My husband and I lived through the McCarthy era, when people deserted their friends. Jack Savenor has been our friend for 20 years and we will not desert him now." ... "Anyone who drinks as hard as I did for 15 years might have expected something like this," said Sammy Davis Jr. "This" was the fact that he had just come "very close to dying'' of an enlarged liver. Vowing that he was off the sauce for life, Sammy insisted that he had not been an alcoholic, but he allowed that he "used to drink a lot of Coke and bourbon. I would get up on the set and start drinking before breakfast. I used to put away more than Dean Martin spills." ... It was not radical chic but radical chuck in San Francisco when partisans of the newborn United Prisoners Union (national membership about 400) turned out to publicize their cause with a brunch of prison food. The "isolation loaf," made from a Department of Corrections recipe for prisoners in solitary, was pronounced revolting by the "name" guests. "A cross between cat food and dog food," said Writer Jessica Mitford. But some of the freeloaders seemed to think it wasn't bad. One fellow who went back for seconds turned out to be Radical Lawyer William Kunstler, who said he had had no food the day before. "I'd eat anything." he said, speaking with his mouth full. ... After receiving the dedication of Magnum Opus for Organ from Composer Herbert Howells, Britain's Prime Minister Edward Heath reminisced to the Royal College of Organists about the days when he himself was a 15-year-old choirmaster and organist. Composer Howells, he said, "told me that if I was prepared to be as unpleasant as most of the great conductors, I should become one. I did not want anything to do with unpleasantness, so I went into politics." ... Muffin was missing, and Joanne (ex-Mrs. Johnny) Carson was beside herself. A doctor administered sedation, but Joanne still wandered up and down Sunset Boulevard searching for her three-pound, Yorkshire terrier. Enter Joanne's blind date, TV Executive Tom Tannenbaum, who was promptly pressed into service as a Muffin hunter. Some time around dawn they found the little dog alive and well. Joanne, describing the hound hunt to Columnist Joyce Haber, provided a provocative peek at her marriage to Carson. "Johnny gave Muffin to me as a Christmas present seven years ago," blurted Joanne. "That was his way of saying 'This is our baby.' He loves her so much that when we separated we talked about whether he could have her certain weeks a year. We went through the album, and he took half the pictures of Muffin and I took half."

"We did it! We did it!" squealed Pamela Digby Churchill Hayward to Kitty Carlisle Hart. Did it? Pamela, the widow of Leland Hayward, was announcing her marriage to Averell Harriman. Those two scalawags, 51 and 79, respectively, had nipped off that afternoon to St. Thomas More Roman Catholic Church (Pamela is a Catholic) with no one but his daughter, her sister and Ethel Kennedy as witnesses. Kitty Carlisle and the 150-odd other guests, who thought they were coming to Harriman's Manhattan town house for an engagement party, found themselves singing epithalamiums with refrains such as "Never saw a group so happy for a couple" (Mrs. Joshua Logan) and "Great-o!" (Vogue's ex-editor Diana Vreeland). "I was delighted to see Pamela married again," said Truman Capote. "It was either the beginning or the end of an era, whichever way you want to take it." ... It was six-all in the first set of the finals between Veterans Billie Jean King and Rosemary Casals at the Pepsi Pacific Southwest Open tennis championships in Los Angeles. "Out!" said a linesman, and Billie Jean was down love-two in the tie breaker. Furious at what they considered to be the latest in a string of bad calls by that particular linesman, Casals and King stalked off the court in a huff. Women's-Libbers, both of them (it was too bad that the linesman in question was a woman), they said that they didn't care what happened to the prize money--$4,000 for the winner, $2,500 for the loser--as long as it wasn't given to the men players in the tournament. Later they admitted that they had acted badly and agreed to have themselves fined $1,000 apiece. Even so, they still have hope of getting their hands on the $6,500 and splitting it. Whether or not she ever sees a penny of the prize money, however, Billie Jean, by the quarter-final round of the Virginia Slims Thunderbird Tournament in Phoenix. Ariz., became the first woman athlete ever to earn more than $100,000 in a year.

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