A blast from the past:
Tattle
by Ann Gerhart, Daily News Staff Writer Daily News wire services contributed to this report
POSTED: July 02, 1991
MILLER TIME MADE QUITE A SPLASH
We always knew his ego was bigger than all his square footage combined, and you knew, too, but here's the absolute proof. And now it is time for Donald Trump to get serious help, from a trusted clergyman or competent psychiatrist, as Ann Landers would say. A mere 12-step program from New E.R.A. (Egos Run Amok) will not do.
Last week, using the pseudonym John Miller, The Donald apparently posed as his own public relations man to give an interview to People magazine about the Marla-Carla affair. Trump had been pursued by a bevy of beautiful blondes, Miller said. "Important, beautiful women call him all the time," said Miller, offering up Madonna and Kim Basinger as two examples.
The People reporter taped the phone call, grew suspicious upon relistening to it, and then played it for New York Post gossip columnist Cindy Adams. ''That's Donald," she said. "There is no John Miller."
A former close associate also ID'd the tape, according to People, and said, ''Is he whacked out, or what?"
John Miller then went on to describe Carla Bruni Fredesh, although he didn't know how to spell her last name, why he got out of his marriage with Ivana, and how lucky his wife would be, when he takes one.
After all this, spokeswoman Norma Foederer said that Trump would have no comment. John Miller, it seemed, had gone for the day.
We're betting that it was John Miller, as well, who leaked to the New York Post that tennis star and disappearing act Monica Seles was in hiding at the Trump estate, Mar-a-Lago, in Palm Beach. Take a listen to this quote from an unidentified source: "Well, he's not interested in her." What's dangling there, of course, is that the 17-year-old Yugoslavian phenom may be interested in The Donald.
We assume that Monica and her parents will be helicoptering it out of there momentarily. The poor girl is dying for privacy after her withdrawal from Wimbledon, the first top seed ever to do so. We have decided to leave her alone. Why should she have to say what her injury is? Some things one just should not have to explain, after all.
We remember, for instance, when girlfriends came to high school with purplish bruises about their necks, sometimes in a pattern. We didn't insist on knowing under just what circumstances the marks had been bestowed. Perhaps Monica had a fight with her mother and put her fist through a window in anger? Perhaps she had a spat with her boyfriend and didn't care to have her tear- stained cheeks observed by the world? Perhaps she wanted to curl up in a chair and read Seventeen magazine?
We dearly love it, of course, when seamy, steamy things spill from the mouths of stars and celebs. We love The Donald for that. We love Monica for knowing, at 17, how to zealously guard her privacy.
It's like they are playing chess and the rest of us checkers.
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