"Eldridge Cleaver seeking legitimate business associates to finance and organize marketing of his revolutionary design in male pants;" read the advertisement in the International Herald Tribune. Had the fugitive Black Panther decided to go straight? Hardly. The distinguishing feature of Cleaver's new pants turned out to be an enormous, codpiece-like set of external genitalia. "I want to solve the problem of the fig leaf mentality," explained Cleaver, who now lives in the Latin Quarter of Paris after spending four years in Algeria. "Clothing is an extension of the fig leaf; it puts our sex inside our bodies. My pants put sex back where it should be."

It was just before his trip to Montreal for the American Judicature Society meeting, recalled Columnist Jack Anderson, when an assistant FBI director called to warn of a possible assassination plot by Arab terrorists. "If the FBI calls you, you've got to pay more attention than if some nut just wrote you a letter," said Anderson. Accordingly, Montreal police were notified, and they arranged for a secret hotel room and plainclothes guard. His protection thus assured, Anderson ventured out to make his speech--which included his standard quick jab at the FBI for keeping dossiers on prominent Americans.

Despite mounting discontent with his leadership, General Idi Amin Dada, Uganda's unhinged head of state, rumbles on. In order to dramatize his offer to lead Egyptian troops against Israel, Big Daddy has now promised to swim the Suez Canal. Widthwise, of course. For all his alleged aquanautical ability, he may be just as happy with a few laps in the White House pool. Amin plans to address the U.N. General Assembly hi New York and says he hopes to visit President Ford as well. "If America respects the views and decisions of the Af rican continent, President Ford will receive me," said Big Daddy. "But if he ignores my presence, I will make my speech and go home. Then I will call for the transfer of the U.N. to another country."

Sometimes there's more to Vaude-Rocker Alice Cooper than meets the eye shadow. After a three-week Hawaiian vacation, Cooper came to New York last week and was ... well, swept up in a city cleanup campaign. Joining some 300 volunteers, the rock star spent a couple of hours clearing away the garbage in one of Manhattan's parks. "I'm an old sentimentalist about New York," explained Cooper. That may be just as well. While the singer was away from home, his new $150,000 house in West Los Angeles burned to the ground.

"I don't have any cats of my own, and this experience has not increased my desire to have any," stated Actor Peter Ustinov, whose new movie casts him opposite Michael York, Jenny Agutter --and 150 feline costars. The sci-fi film, titled Logan's Run, shows Ustinov as the last human resident of Washington, D.C., left all alone to pussyfoot his way through the Senate Chamber. "When you get them all together, they are all very much different," said Ustinov of his furry associates. "One cat had asthma whenever I started to talk to it. I rather liked that one because I understood it."

The filming of The Bluebird, the first full-length movie collaboration between the Soviet Union and the U.S., has gone a lot less smoothly than hoped. The picture, filmed in Leningrad and based on Maurice Maeterlinck's classic fairy tale, first faltered when the Russian cinematographer overexposed much of the early film and had to be replaced. Then one U.S. star (James Coco) dropped out for gall-bladder surgery and another (Elizabeth Taylor) fled to a London hospital suffering from amoebic dysentery. Last week everything seemed back in focus as members of the crews and cast gathered at the Leningrad Hotel for a buffet of caviar and vodka. The hostess? The completely recovered Elizabeth Taylor, who displayed a previously unexploited talent for diplomacy. Said she: "If another opportunity comes up to be in a Soviet-American coproduction, I'll be pleased to accept the proposal."

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