Andrée Pelletier, the Montreal actress acclaimed for her role as the randy housewife in The Handyman, has decided to turn her back on a beckoning Hollywood and write her own Canadian films. Although actor Richard Dreyfuss invited her to audition for his next movie, Whose Life Is It Anyway?, Pelletier was unmoved. “Richard believes I should be a star in Los Angeles,” she says, “but the role just wasn’t right for me and I couldn’t relate to the whole Hollywood machine.” Instead, the 29year-old actress will be featured in Teloc and Cila, a film about two sisters, co-written with her sister Louise and sold to Prisma, the producer of Les Bons Débarras. Though Pelletier is also adapting a true love story written by her aunt, she has yet to dramatize the lives of her ambassador father, Gérard, or her brother, Jean, coauthor of The Canadian Caper.

Everyone thinks she’s crazy but that’s not stopping blonde Edmonton teen-ager Sandy Pennock from setting off this week on her hands and knees for an estimated 10-day crawl to Calgary and into the pages of the Guinness Book of World Records. After watching a television program on Guinness record holders last month, Pennock leafed through the tome of champions and hit upon the crawl. “It seemed easy but challenging,” Pennock says. Unlike many marathon jaunts, the crawl is no altruistic endeavor: “I’m doing it for personal boyfriend bet $200 on me.” Travelling at 2.1 km per hour, Pennock is aiming for speed and a new record the first day out (the current is 20 km in 11 hours, 55 minutes), and distance for the rest of the way. Admits Pennock: “You have to be crazy to survive in this world.”

New York City spent some $300,000 (U.S.) and assigned 2,000 security officers last week to protect Britain’s visiting Prince Charles, but the best-laid plans couldn’t shield the groom-to-be from the insults of IRA sympathizers. Outside Manhattan’s Lincoln Center, where Prince Charles attended a gala benefit celebrating the 50th anniversary of England’s Royal Ballet, vocal demonstrators wore Bobby Sands Tshirts, banged garbage can lids on the sidewalk and chanted, “Parasitic royalty must go.” Inside the theatre, where guests had paid from $600 to $1,000 for seats, demonstrators disrupted the performance of The Sleeping Beauty by running through the aisles shouting, “There’s blood on your hands,” and “You are murdering the Irish.” Prince Charles didn’t bat a well-bred eyelash.

Earlier in the day, according to New York’s mayor, Ed Koch, the prince had confessed that he had “a great deal of sympathy for Irish Catholics.”

The macho cop image promoted in TV shows such as Starsky and Hutch is resulting in recruits who are arrogant and abusive, according to West Vancouver, B.C., Chief Constable

Joe Hornell. Says Hornell, 53, president of the B.C. Association of Chiefs of Police: “The depiction of violence [and] private eyes with superman macho creating a lessening of respect for law and order.” Hornell’s association is asking its parent body, the Canadian Association of Chiefs of Police, to ask the TV industry to correct this false image, but it may all come too late. Most cop shows—Police Story, Police Woman and Starsky and Hutch—have long since bitten the dust, while Hill Street Blues, the cop drama lauded as realistic, has never generated good ratings.

And now for something completely different in the tinsel world of prepubescent high fashion: a 12-yearold who looks like a 12-year-old. Kim Ulmer, a wholesome Grade 7 student from Langley, B.C., recently won the

ramp modelling, photo movement and TV commercial segments of the Modelling Association of America International competition in New York City. Decked out in roller skates and suspenders for the TV spot, Kim beat entrants from Canada and the United States in an ad she wrote herself for “something I knew about”—bubble gum. The five-foot, two-inch, 84-pound Ulmer, who is currently in a national TV ad for Safeway’s Party Pride Pudding Bars, is picking up a lot of newspaper and radio work on the West Coast— always in the guise of a normal healthy kid, unlike 16-year-old Brooke Shields who simulated sex on the set of Endless Love by having her feet tickled to make her writhe.

When old friends and show biz legends Pearl Bailey and Ella Fitzgerald, both 63, crossed paths at Toronto’s Royal York Hotel last week, impresario Gino Empry spotted a chance for a reunion photo and, perhaps, a plug for the Imperial Room where Fitzgerald is appearing. Bailey, in town to promote The Fox and the Hound, an animated Disney feature in which her mellow tones emanate from an earthy owl named Big Mama, wasn’t buying. “I know when I’m being used, and let me

tell you no one, but no one, uses Pearlie Mae,” she said flatly. “Honey, Ella and I are more than friends, we are sisters, and I love to see her but I won’t intrude on her rehearsal time and I will not be used.” Bailey recanted briefly when Fitzgerald came to her room, photographers in tow, to thank her for a gift of roses.

There was no baloney in the stockyards of Saskatchewan last week as beef farmers demanding federal drought relief formed picket lines to stop the movement of cattle for sale. In Ottawa, the Canadian Cattlemen’s Association met with a federal committee studying importation regulations that could protect Canadian markets from

an influx of foreign-grown steaks and roasts. Amid the rural uproar over high interest rates, production costs and skyhigh interest markups, the president of the Ontario Cattlemen’s Association, Gus Lask, announced that he had recently liquidated his herd of 155 beef cattle to concentrate on growing corn. “It was a question of the economics of feeding the cattle corn and not being able to get my costs back,” explains Lask, who plans to return to beef as soon as the market permits. “I am a farmer, what can I say? I love cattle.”

I am not a religious person in the sense of sects and such, but I do believe in doing things first-class,” says Maida Rogerson, 42, whose sense of style coincides neatly with that of roaring ’20s evangelist Aimee Semple McPherson. Rogerson plays McPherson in the new play AIMEE!, which opens at the Charlottetown Festival on July 3. Written and scored by Patrick Young and Bob Ashley, AIMEE! charts the tale of the country girl from Ingersoll, Ont., who began crusading for the Lord before the First World War. At first, McPherson’s message was celebrated under a patchwork tent, but it blossomed into the million-dollar Foursquare Gospel Church in Los Angeles, Calif., with a 5,000-seat temple and a private radio station. AIMEE! portrays McPherson, indiscretions and all: in 1926, she forsook Christ for a mortal man and disappeared. Her following assumed she was dead. Says Rogerson: “Aimee was a superstar.... She wore a mink coat and had two face-lifts long before it was fashionable.”

At 63, Mickey Spillane, the toughguy author of such macho mysteries as My Gun is Quick, Kiss Me, Deadly and The Erection Set, has turned his typewriter to the softer vistas of children’s books. “When you get to the end of your career, you want to do things for fun,” says Spillane, whose books have sold 70 million copies in North America. The Day the Sea Rolled Back is a novel with shipwrecks, tropical undergrowth and a happy ending for two juvenile male sleuths. In contrast to the adventures of his profane and violent adult heroes, Mike Hammer and Tiger Mann, Spillane’s kid lit effort contains “only impending violence” and no rough language. The Ship That Never Was and The Shrinking Island are scheduled for next year, and a fourth may include a female interest but still no violence. Explains Spillane: “The kids never fight. They use their smallness, their agility, to outwit grown-up villains.”