last night. She was the real pizazz of the party.

Steve Lawrence chased Pat Boone into the kitchen to

trade a couple of recipes. Eydie's laugh was spiked by

a birdlike yelp. She was telling Sinatra--or was it

Dean Martin?--what a cut-up that Sammy Davis, Jr.

was. Sammy joked about a misunderstanding about

what scat-singing meant. "Is that a scatological

term?" I brought out a mechanical parakeet carrying

some sort of rodent on a parachute and finnally got a

laugh: The old para-chute/para-keet/para-shoes joke.

Eydie's shrill laugh bellowed out. The '60s are so

groovy, baby!