July 1, 1970

And Now For The People Who Don’t Make News 3233

And Now For The People Who Don’t Make News

THE QUESTION WAS banal, but then, I hadn't seen Alex Gay in more than 20 years, when we were in high school together. He stayed in London, Ontario, and became a car salesman; I left, and became a reporter. Our points of contact were few, it seemed to me; there wasn’t really much we could talk about, except other old friends, and now, picking away at an overdone omelet in a crowded restaurant on the fringe of the city, I was ill at ease.

When An Intrepid Torontonian Crashed The Wild ‘Falling-Down Rite’ Of Honduras... 5455
TRAVEL

When An Intrepid Torontonian Crashed The Wild ‘Falling-Down Rite’ Of Honduras...

THE ROADSIDE WAS covered with purple morning glories. The shadows were still long. It was not yet nine o’clock, but already the heat from the sun was beginning to burn the back of my neck. I turned left at a crossroads and began cycling the last four kilometers to the frontier at Reforma Agraria.
The Ups & Downs Of A Great Canadian Peace Festival 4849
ENTERTAINMENT

The Ups & Downs Of A Great Canadian Peace Festival

Rusty Staub: The Making Of A Muscular Millionaire 4243
SPORT

Rusty Staub: The Making Of A Muscular Millionaire

He plays right field for the Montreal Expos, hit .302 last year and is adulated by fans as 'Le Grand Orange.' But his eye is also on the big green
LETTERS 2021
IN OUR VIEW — AND YOURS

LETTERS

It was appropriate that the May issue of Maclean's, containing Roger Keene’s article, The Woman Who Tells Girls In Trouble: 'Have Your Baby,’ arrived on the day designated across the United States to be "Earth Day.” Mrs. Summerhill (mother of seven) seems unaware that the earth is approaching a population crisis.
What this country needs is a sport it can call its own. We used to have one. Hockey 1213
IN OUR VIEW — AND YOURS

What this country needs is a sport it can call its own. We used to have one. Hockey

THIS MONTH'S COLUMN may seem odd for the time of the year but it is something I’ve been thinking about a lot. and the more I think about it the madder I get. I hope you will get mad, too, because I’m talking about the rip-off of our national sport.
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REVIEWS

The Entertainment Of Tomorrow Is All On This Man’s Wall

CONSIDER DONALD Gordon’s Wall. There it stands in the living room of his Waterloo, Ontario, bungalow: a $15,000 bank of advanced audio-video equipment whose heart is a McIntosh preamplifier and whose brain is a unique time switch, the latter controlled — so far — by Gordon himself.
Dear Princess . . . And how’s your marriage going? 1617
IN OUR VIEW — AND YOURS

Dear Princess . . . And how’s your marriage going?

I WAS DRINKING beer on a cold Atlantic shore with the only man I know that I can rightly call an old friend, a man I have known since the time we first courted the mysterious and dewyskinned girl-women who would later become our wives, and now he said, “Well, here’s to us.
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CANADA REPORT

O Canada, He Stands On Guard For Thee

. . . In Trinidad, the riot cop keeps the peace after assaults on Canadian banks. He’s there because of growing new hostility to Canada’s $600-million investment empire in the Commonwealth Caribbean
From men to brutes to fiends at My Lai 4: a tardy reconstruction 7071
BOOKS

From men to brutes to fiends at My Lai 4: a tardy reconstruction

IT WAS MARCH 16, 1968. Private Herbert Carter’s unit, Charlie Company, First Battalion, Twentieth Infantry, was systematically exterminating all life in the Vietnamese hamlet called My Lai 4. Old men, women and children were herded together and mowed down in drainage ditches.
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