September 5, 1977

Closeup/The Society

A child for the taking

Closeup/Religion

A loss of faith

Closeup/Politics

The Honorable Member

A child for the taking 30b30c
Closeup/The Society

A child for the taking

Who gets the kids? Sometimes, whoever kidnaps them
A loss of faith 2223
Closeup/Religion

A loss of faith

The decline of the Roman Catholic Empire
The Honorable Member 3637
Closeup/Politics

The Honorable Member

Gerald Baldwin would like to be remembered
Sex in the heartland 30p31
Closeup/Music

Sex in the heartland

What makes Carroll Baker different? Listen to the words
Interview 45

Interview

The night of October 23, 1974, was gustily warm, barometrically nondescript. But it was supremely memorable, for the handful who were at Convocation Hall on the University of Toronto campus, as the night singer Cleo Laine was introduced to a Canadian audience.
Time, gentleman, please. You too, lady 88a
Letters

Time, gentleman, please. You too, lady

In The Hustler (August 8) Barbara Amiel criticizes me for closing a bar in the Consulate’s reception area in a rather rude way. It seems to me that, in all fairness, she should mention that she and Dusty Cohl were the only two drinking wine at 3 p.m.
Mean streets 1819
Closeup/Cities

Mean streets

The wages of sin is backlash
That Day of Reckoning is closer at hand 1415
Canada

That Day of Reckoning is closer at hand

General James Wolfe and Lord Durham notwithstanding, Quebec has become the world’s largest unilingually French territory. At 6.28 p.m. on a Friday at the end of last month, only a few hundred yards from the Plains of Abraham where New France fell 218 years ago, the Parti Québécois government brought an end to five months of sometimes acrimonious, often frustrating but mostly merely tedious debate over its Charte de la langue française.
She walks in beauty—and gets paid damned well for it 5252a
Careers

She walks in beauty—and gets paid damned well for it

You’ll see them at the glass-roofed Courtyard Café in the ivy-covered Windsor Arms Hotel in downtown Toronto just about any time of day: actors, actresses, directors and assorted creative types; rock/pop singers and musicians from the nearby Soundstage studio; elegantly coiffured, suitably bored jet-setters and aspirants pausing between shopping and hairdressers; and, inevitably, nubile oglers stargazing through heavy mascara and cow lashes.
The crime of the year 1617
All the puff fit to print

The crime of the year

When defense lawyer Jay Clarke finished his impassioned summation to the jury in a sensational Vancouver rape trial last month, he was promptly spat upon by a female spectator. Clarke, in his zeal to obtain an acquittal for his client, a wealthy Vancouver businessman charged with raping his real estate agent, had just told the British Columbia Supreme Court jury a “funny story” about another rape trial, with the punchline: “Hang onto your hat, baby, I’m going to f--you till your ears fall off.”
August 221977 September 191977