THE WASHINGTON TIMES, TUES. NOV. 16, 1982, PAGE 3A

Seems like old times

The more foreign policy is said to change, the more it appears to be the same. Two examples:

As Paul Wolfowitz moves over to his new East Asia assignment at the State Department, the question becomes who gets his old job of director of the policy-planning staff. Would you believe Henry Kissinger? Well, not exactly.

Insiders say it boils down to three of Henry's close pals — Bill Hyland, Helmut Sonnenfeldt and Peter Rodman (who is said to have ghosted much of Kissinger's memoirs). This means curtains for all of the neo-conservatives Sen. Scoop Jackson, D-Wash., helped place at State over the years, of course. And it isn't likely to go over very well in Tel Aviv either, where "policy planning" was always seen as a friendly American enclave.

Meanwhile, around the corner at the Arms Control and Disarmament Agency, Deputy Director-designate Bob Grey may be up to his old tricks, too. Our contacts there tell us that Bob has been "whiling away the hours, waiting for senators to act on his nomination, by making a list of suspected Republicans at ACDA. Let's see now, that would include Navy Secretary John Lehman's little brother, Joe. And don't forget Jim George, who used to be Republican counsel for a House committee. We don't want anyone's feelings being hurt inadvertently just because someone forgot to add their name to the list.

This rumor, like Bob, is unconfirmed, and the consequences of telling about it are troublesome. The last time we reported on the doings down there, the acting deputy director had ACDA's internal security apparatus trying to figure out who was leaking these things to the press. (Good heavens! Is everyone at ACDA making lists?) We'll bet Bob wasn't so concerned about leaks back when he worked for Sen. Alan Cranston, D-Calif.

DIANA
HEARS

VOX POP... Well, what a surprise. Again, the mailbag's a-bulge with leftover "Suspicions" from the OP's Dead Sunday Gossip Page. Read on, for a suspiciously good time.

**Question:** Dear Suspicions:
Hey, I read in a New York paper that Nancy Reagan and Betsy Bloomingdale aren't Speaking.
— Suspicious in Silver Spring.

**Answer:** Who knows if they are Speaking? We do know that Betsy waltzed into the White House with daughter Lisa Bell for a hyper-private lunch with Nancy on Friday. If they did not Speak, it must have been most embarrassing, chewing silently away on the veal and glaring at each other's clothes.

Henry Kissinger

**Q:** Say there, Suspicions. I bet old Henry Kissinger was mucho furioso about that piece in the New York Times by Lynn Roselini that made him sound like a cross between a Czech Schwinger and a power-crazy. Right? — Media Junkie in Juneau.

**A:** What makes you think so? Because Henry called an editor to squawk? Because he had his secretary call Lynn to grumble that she hadn't mentioned that his quotes were in answer to her questions? Because Henry's wife Nancy called Lynn's mother-in-law, Polly Wisner Fritchie, to give her an earful too? Don't be ridiculous.

**Q:** Did George Wallace really have as his winning campaign slogan, "Oh, what the hell. Go ahead and Overcome"? — Suspicious in Seat Pleasant.

**A:** So that's what they Suspect

The downs
and ups
of bulimia

By Sue Mullin

WASHINGTON TIMES STAFF

Like alcoholism and drug abuse, it's happening in the best of families. It's a sister to anorexia nervosa, the adolescent self-starvation syndrome, but it's affecting older women — and men. It's called bulimia from the Greek "boulimia," a contraction of "ox hunger." It manifests itself in binge eating which is followed by self-induced vomiting or use of laxatives.

Cherry Boone-O'Neill, singer Pat Boone's 27-year-old daughter, recently beat the bulimarexic lifestyle after a 10-year fight. As an anorexic, the 5-foot-nine inch member of the singing family, had starved herself to 80 pounds at some points. Ultimately foiled at subsequent starvation attempts by family and friends, she discovered bulimia. Her obsessive fear of fat converged with the exhilaration of being able to control any weight gain by simply expelling the food.

Lynn, a pretty, five-foot-six, 120-pound student at George Mason University claims never to have been anorexic. But she does have what one doctor calls "a galloping case of bulimia." Whenever she overindulges in food, she admits, she makes herself vomit.

"I want to have a figure like Brooke Shields," she says casually, like a child making out her Christmas list for Santa. "It's not easy because I'm of German descent and the women in my family tend to be pudgy. I don't want to look frumpy like my mother. I live in a different world. I'll never get to stay home and cook dumplings for the family and have them love me with my middle-age spread. I've got to be good in my profession — I'm going to get an MBA — and I've got to look good. I've got to look successful to be successful. If there's nobody else to love me, I at least want to love myself — how I look."

So when she's at beer parties, she confesses, "I glom down the Molson's, pizza, whatever. I want to have a good time, let off some steam, be like everyone else. But later, it's heave-ho time. No way am I going to have a beer belly or a pizza paunch."

Gluttony is disgusting, she adds, wrinkling her nose, "and you do penance by puking. You avoid the mortal sin which is fat. It's become a private ritual for me. I turn on the bathtub water full blast so nobody can hear me retching and I burn incense to get rid of the smell. Sounds like Lady Macbeth, doesn't it? 'Out, out dark spot'... out, out damned fat."

Using language not as evocative as Shakespeare, doctors call the eating dis-

DIANA
HEARS

V
OX POP... Well, what a
surprise. Again, the
mailbag's a-bulge with
leftover "Suspicions"
from the OP's Dead Sunday Gos-
sip Page. Read on, for a suspi-
ciously good time.

Question: Dear Suspicions:
Hey, I read in a New York paper
that Nancy Reagan and Betsy
Bloomingdale aren't Speaking.
— Suspicious in Silver Spring.

Answer: Who knows if they are Speaking? We do know that Betsy waltzed into the White House with daughter Lisa Bell for a hyper-private lunch with Nancy on Friday. If they did not Speak, it must have been most embarrassing, chewing silently away on the veal and glaring at each other's clothes.

Henry Kissinger

Q: Say there, Suspicions. I bet old Henry Kissinger was mucho furioso about that piece in the New York Times by Lynn Roselini that made him sound like a cross between a Czech Schwinger and a power-crazy. Right? — Media Junkie in Juneau.

A: What makes you think so? Because Henry called an editor to squawk? Because he had his secretary call Lynn to grumble that she hadn't mentioned that his quotes were in answer to her questions? Because Henry's wife Nancy called Lynn's mother-in-law, Polly Wisner Fritchie, to give her an earful too? Don't be ridiculous.

Q: Did George Wallace really have as his winning campaign slogan, "Oh, what the hell. Go ahead and Overcome"? — Suspicious in Seat Pleasant.

A: So that's what they Suspect in Seat Pleasant.

Q: Any truth to the Suspicion that Bob Gray, the superlobbyist, is running away to Arlington with Ursula Meese, Ed's wife? — Keyed-up in Kensington.

A: Aha. You must have heard that Bob and Ursula have both been named to the Board of Directors of Marymount College of Virginia. So, for that matter, has Tony Greco, who owns Maison Blanche, where the elite meet to eat. You think they are all three running away together? To Arlington? Ugh. No wonder you're keyed up.

Q: Dear Suspicions: I Suspect that Alan Greenspan, chairman of the Social Security Reform Commission, who used to date Barbara Walters, is In Love. N'est pas? — Finance-hip in Fredericksburg.

A: Now this is the kind of Suspicion we want. Alan certainly looked very pleased with life Saturday night. And not over Social Security, no indeed. He was armpiecing the fair Barbara Franklin to Pauline Innis's little shindig for her. Barbara, you know, is freshly appointed to the President's Advisory Committee for Trade Negotiations, along with heavies like Bill Agee and Doug Fraser. Quite apart from that, she's on the board of all the biggies — Dow, Aetna and Westinghouse — more to smile about right there. Also, she is all over the cover of Savvy mag for December. Pals who've known Alan Greenspan for years say they've never seen him so peppy. Watch that space.

Q: What does Marion Barry have in common with Mstislav Rostropovich?

A: Nothing.

Q: I'm curious about John Safer, that sculptor, who does all those big flamey thingies in brass and bronze lucite and stuff, and who has those three lollapalloozas in the plaza at Harvard Law School. I Suspect he's a relation of that John Safer, Chairman of the Board of the DC National Bank. — Nosy in Northeast.

A: Aha. Another exemplary Suspicion. But no. No, he's no relation whatsoever. He is the same man.

... Whoops, just ran out of room. More tomorrow.