In Japan the Woman’s Christian Temperance Union has taken on another crusade. Following in the turn-of-thecentury footsteps of Carry Nation, who literally took a hatchet to barroom stools to save Americans from alcohol, Tokyo activist Kikue Takahashi is out for the blood of hundreds of thousands of Japanese men who annually head off to nearby Seoul, Taipei, Manila and Bangkok on “sex trips.” Armed with pamphlets, the WCTU activists have been out in force at Tokyo’s Narita airport. “How insensitive can you be? Forming up squads to go off and buy girls?” taunts the pale green leaflet. Under the slogan “Stop Buy-Girl Tours” Takahashi and her group have been attempting to explain the nature of “sexual imperialism” which has made the all-male excursions a million-dollar industry in the past five years. Under attack are President Ferdinand Marcos of the Philippines and his goodwill ambassador wife, Imelda Marcos, who Takahashi says are actively promoting tourist industries and thus are “selling their women to our men in packages of hundreds, ugh.”
Boston Pops’ audiences may soon be following a bouncing baton if Sing Along With Mitch maestro Mitch Miller has his way. “It’s like asking a violinist if he’d like to play a Stradivarius, but first they have to ask you,” Miller told Maclean's when asked about his Pops aspirations. Qualifications aren’t a problem; for the past 15 years Miller, 68, has been guest conducting orchestras
from London, Ontario, to Tokyo—the climax of a career that began 53 years ago when he joined the Syracuse Symphony Orchestra as an oboist. A spokesman for the Pops confirmed that Miller is a popular candidate, along with Star Wars composer John Williams, assistant conductor and local favorite Harry Ellis Dickson, guest conductor John Covelli and about 20 others. It is obvious, however, that Miller has an attitude to music that would have met with approval from the Pops’ former Pied Piper, Arthur Fiedler, who died July 11 at 84. Of the Pops classical compromises, Miller says: “You don’t educate people by stuffing things down their throats and having them regurgitate them. I can do a Bach prelude, explain it in a few words and have them loving it.” Of conducting, he says: “The only thing that beats it is great lovemaking.”
Yes, Virginia, there is a Bonne Bell.
The queen of a cosmetic empire that stretches from Sweden to New Zealand, Bonne Bell is alive and well and—running. “I waited until I could do a mile before I came out of the closet,” says the 54year-old chairman of the board, who now jogs three miles a day with her husband, Bill Eckert, 59, who directs international operations and oversees the operations of their son John Eckert, 32, who serves as president of Canadian operations after he completes his three-mile daily run. Mrs.
Eckert credits her interest in running to Jess Bell, her 53-year-old brother, who is president of the profoundly familyrun business and who she claims is “almost evangelical” about the joys of jogging. So far the family that runs together has spawned a whole product line for energetic women and a 10kilometre (6.2-mile) race that will see more than 10,000 Canadian women running for the roses this year. Bonne Bell Eckert herself finished ninth in the over-50 age group that ran in Toronto. “I don’t care whether I win, I just like to finish,” says the grandmother of three. “I’m not trying to stay young. I’m just trying to grow old slowly.”
Remember the sexist days when men rated women on a scale of 1 to 10, with intricate explanations for each half-point gained or lost? Now comes the movie and, of course, it’s called 10. Another in the popular middle-aged male-crisis genre that seems to be pre-
occupying middle-aged Hollywood, the film features Beyond the Fringe zany Dudley Moore as a composer who becomes disenchanted with his life, his work and his Mary Poppins girl-friend Julie Andrews. At 42, Moore’s character stalks off in search of the numerical girl of his dreams, whom he finds just as she begins her honeymoon. Undaunted, he tracks the 10-point beauty and woos her with results that should titillate North Americans this fall. Finding a “10” woman preoccupied director Blake Edwards, until California-born Bo Derek, 23, waltzed her credentials into his office. Married to director John Derek, the former Mary Cathleen Collins is cut from the same mould as his previous wives, Ursula Andress and Linda Evans. “I don’t think I’m a 10, but other people say I am, which is very flattering,” says Derek, who checks in at 38-22-36, which makes her at least a 96.
Oh, the witty repartee that passes between author and publisher ... Margaret Atwood and Jack McClelland glued themselves to boardroom chairs and prepared to sign 500 pages to be bound into promotion copies of her new novel, Life Before Man. Protocol? McClelland: “I sort of like mine above yours.” Atwood: “No, no, Jack. Alphabetical order, please.” McClelland: “You need a thicker pen.” Atwood: “You need a thinner one.” McClelland: “Let me try your pen.” Atwood: “No. Let’s face it, Jack, our pens reflect our personalities. I’m thin and delicate and you’re, uh, thick.”
Order and thickness established, the pair spent two hours inscribing, then the pages were whisked off to be inserted into a special soft-cover edition of the Atwood novel which will be published in hard-cover in late September. The special editions will be received by 500 handpicked Canadian notables who have been invited to read the novel simultaneously next weekend. The book is a psycho-sociological sex-tangle, part of which is set amid the dinosaur skeletons of the Royal Ontario Museum in Toronto. “Suppose someone doesn’t like the book after the weekend?” McLelland asked. “It’s not going to happen,” Atwood bravely replied.
There were more than a few cases of jogger’s raised eyebrows last spring on Parliament Hill when Dominion Carillonneur Gordon Slater sat down at his keyboard 200 feet above ground level in the Peace Tower and began playing Jingle Bells and Silent Night. “We had to do it early in the morning because after 7 a.m. the traffic noise interferes,” says Rick Butler, 32, who was producing an album called Peace Tower Christmas featuring Slater and his 53 bells. Recently tourists were treated to another unusual assault on the senses as Santa Claus joined Slater in the belfry for a few pictures and a discussion of the record’s content. “I was thrilled. Who wouldn’t be?” says Slater, 28, of his celebrity visitation, one of few he has had since all of his carilloning is done in a soundproof room betwixt the bells. Next, Slater hopes to ring out a popular music album that will bring carillon
music to a mass audience because, as he points out, “most carillon records are dry as dust, so esoteric that it’s as though the carillonneur was recording only for other carillonneurs.”
He walks, he talks and, yes, he skates.
“I think some of the kids think I’m not playing so I can’t walk, but I don’t have any problems. I skate often, but I don’t skate hard,” said retired miracle defenceman Bobby Orr, 31, who was celebrated by the city of Oshawa on “Bobby Orr Day,” Aug. 23. Crowds lined the streets of Motor City for a Bobby Orr parade, followed by a Bobby Orr reception in the Bobby Orr Lounge, a $4 Bobby Orr luncheon and a Bobby Orr golf tournament. The $15,000 proceeds were donated to the Bobby Orr Sports Therapy Clinic, which Orr has personally funded to the tune of $90,000. A special presentation of the day was a painting done by Claremont, Ontario, artist John Richmond. It was delivered to Orr by five 15-year-olds who were all born on Dec. 15, 1964—the day Orr scored his first goal for the Oshawa Generals on home ice. Then Orr guided the 1,485 luncheoneers through a tour of his career charted on a three-panel mural, also done by artist Richmond. Head table accolades rolled out from Orr’s excolleagues, including Darryl Sittler, Henri Richard, Eddie Shack and Phil Esposito. “Without you I’d be lucky to be making more than 10 grand today,” was Esposito’s succinct tribute. Bobby Orr smiled.
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