Kelly Harmon, 20, younger daughter of ABC sportscaster and former All-America Tom Harmon and former actress Elyse Knox, is to be married this spring to John DeLorean, 44, head of the Chevrolet division of General Motors. Early editions of The New York Times containing the announcement of her engagement ran only a photograph of the bridegroom-to-be, a break with tradition that the society editor of the Times thinks may not have occurred since some royal personage (male) became engaged to some commoner (female). "This man," it was explained, "is probably going to be president of General Motors one day." Maybe so, but Miss Harmon is prettier.
This is an article from the March 3, 1969 issue
Another Harmon in the news is former Masters champion Claude, who has just returned from Morocco where he spent two weeks with King Hassan II, helping to tidy up His Majesty's golf game. Hassan developed an interest in golf two years ago and he has attacked the game with uncommon vigor. In 1967 he invited the late Tommy Armour to Morocco to instruct him, but Armour, who was not able to go, suggested Harmon. Harmon has now made three trips to Rabat, where he worked with the king on his private nine-hole and par-3 courses behind the palace walls. On this last visit he found that Hassan had built five or six new courses and had commissioned Robert Trent Jones to lay out another of 45 holes, upon which Hassan would dearly love to see the 1972 World Cup played. "He is doing as much for golf as anyone in the world," Harmon says and, as for Hassan's own game, it is coming along nicely, and His Majesty is a pleasure to teach.
Mrs. Aileen Moss, mother of Race Driver Stirling Moss, was already sick and tired of polishing his trophies when her daughter Pat began to bring home her awards (they now number more than 1,000) for horseback riding and rally driving. However, relief may be at hand. Mother's boy is considering having all but a few of his trophies melted down to make a Stirling silver tabletop.
"Squash," says Louis d'Almeida, "is one of the few things Leonard Bernstein is bugs about. If I can get a court for half an hour, he will even leave rehearsals and recording sessions." D'Almeida, executive vice-president of North American Chemical Corporation, is a tournament player and the man who introduced Bernstein to squash four or five years ago. Bernstein proved an apt pupil, but for a while progress under his friend's tutelage seemed about to come to a halt. D'Almeida is a Yale man, Bernstein a graduate of Harvard and, while the relative merits of the two universities can be argued forever, it is agreed that the squash courts of the Yale Club in New York are superior to those of the Harvard Club. D'Almeida would not play upon the latter, and Bernstein's guest privileges at the former ran out. Which is why Leonard Bernstein, ordinarily indifferent to honorary degrees, in 1966 accepted with notable pleasure the one bestowed upon him by Yale University.
Opera and musical comedy star Patrice Munsel rides horseback, skis and sails, but is especially fond of scuba diving, which she took up in Italy 16 years ago. She tries to get away five or six times a year to some place like Bermuda but has been tied up this month playing the lead role in I Do, I Do at the Coconut Grove Playhouse in Miami. This has limited her to a sort of coffee-break dive in the nearby Miami Seaquarium and, if playhouse audiences are eating out of her hand, the Seaquarium fish are not. "They wouldn't take anything from me," she reported. "They're used to two divers, and I guess three spooked them." Miss Munsel had a good time, though. "It's exciting and invigorating," she said, "to be with a huge variety of fish."
Bill Toomey has undertaken a five-week stint in Washington, D.C. as dean of men for a program instructing high school seniors in the mechanics of government, but he paused briefly en route to win the world's first demi-decathlon and to lose The Daring Game. Miss Joyce Jillson of Peyton Place chose Bob Osborne, a PR man, spurning both Toomey and an entertainer named Tom Kelly. "I found it a bit distressing," Toomey says. "It's not the type of competition I anticipated it would be—and there's no second place. The most difficult thing is that the questions are so meaningless. Well, maybe that's good, because you really have to be sharp to make something out of nothing. For example, I couldn't decide," Toomey admitted, "why, if I was a house, a girl would want to live in me."
When Queen Elizabeth presented European Heavyweight Champion Henry Cooper with the Order of the British Empire, she thoughtfully inquired about the foot injury that had interrupted his training for his March 13 title defense in Rome. Cooper is a bleeder, and cuts about the eyes have often stopped him in the ring; this time he stepped on a stone and broke a blood vessel in his foot. "That has now cleared up, thank you, Ma'am," he was able to inform the Queen, but hopefully Piero Tomasoni is not going to hit Cooper below the belt, or at least not that far below the belt.