If I had a ton of bricks, I could think of no better use for them than to drop them on the head of Allan Fotheringham for his remarks on the monarchy in She’s A Good Queen... (June 27). ALEX HYDE, COURTENAY, BC Wherever a loyalist heart beats, the monarchy lives.
It was eleven-thirty on a late July night and the House of Commons had just finished voting approval of the new Immigration Act, the last piece of legislation to be passed before its annual summer recess. Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau was putting in a brief appearance at the traditional Commons postmortem party.By IAN URQUHART6 min
“I’m going to have another child,” Deborah Ellis said defiantly during the Toronto inquest into the death of her infant daughter, Vicky. “And just let anyone try and stop me.” Nobody can. Only compulsory sterilization or the menopause can stop Mrs. Ellis.By SANDRA MARTIN5 min
Canadians are sustained largely by their smug superiority complex toward the vulgar Americans. As an example, there is a delightful myth in this country that the lobbyist—the florid, Panetella-shrouded cartoon figure—exists only in the well-oiled corridors of Washington and is a foreign animal in pristine Ottawa.By Allan Fotheringham5 min
Debbie Stevenson’s cheeks are bulging alarmingly, flushed with the strain. Someone in the crowd is making a rude remark about the busty young lady’s lung power. Others, aware of the heightening tension, are quietly edging nearer for a closer look.
When U.S. Secretary of State Cyrus Vance lands in Peking on August 22 to start putting American-Chinese relations back on the rails, the man he will have to reckon with will be an acid-tongued, fanatical bridge player who is, arguably, a greater escapologist than Houdini.
He calls himself Idi Amin’s odd job man. But to hear some prominent Ugandan exiles tell it, he acts more like Odd Job, the hit-man villain in the James Bond classic, Goldfinger. These, however, are only two glimpses of the kaleidoscope character of Robert Astles, longtime confidant of the dictator who is conservatively believed to have murdered well over 100,000 of his fellow countrymen—50,000 of them since January, according to the latest guesses.
Jean Binda’s birth was that one in 500: somehow, the umbilical cord wrapped around the child’s neck, choking him, cutting off the oxygen supply to his brain. Thirteen years later, Jean remains confined to a grey metal wheelchair. Until recently his movements were jerky, his speech full of grunts, his IQ perfectly normal.By JULIANNE LABRECHE5 min
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