Now that enough time has passed, let’s talk about Ted Kennedy’s pussy-chasing. Sen. Kennedy was one of the most notorious horndogs in the history of Capitol Hill.
I happen to have here a 1974 biography of Joan Kennedy, the senator’s first wife. It contains a few vivid anecdotes about Teddy’s game. Here’s one:
“On a plane to New York from Paris, Teddy met a French actress, who introduced the man beside her as her fiancé. Ted ignored him and invited her to a party his sister and brother-in-law, the Stephen E. Smiths, were having that evening at their Fifth Avenue home.
“Later, [Ted] called for her in the lobby of her hotel, but she was accompanied by the young man. Ted hadn’t counted on the male escort. ‘What’s he doing here?’ he demanded. ‘I’m not taking him to any party!’ And off he went, leaving them staring after him.”
Ha! Play on, player...
The “Joan” book also includes this juicy tidbit of unconfirmed gossip about Sen. Kennedy:
“... he escorts the daughter of a famous black show business personality through the family quarters of the White House while his brother is the President and makes a pass in, of all places, the Lincoln bedroom.”
Whoa! Whom could that story be about?
The way I figure it, in the early 1960s there were only a few “famous black show business personalities” in existence. My guess would be... Lena Horne’s daughter, Gail Jones. She would’ve been in her mid-20s at the time. And she was hot.
Now ponder this: If you’re a white dude trying to pick up a black chick in the Lincoln Bedroom... do you use the Lincoln thing?
Teddy be like: “In honor of the Emancipation Proclamation, how about you whip me?”