How to celebrate royally


How to celebrate royally


How to celebrate royally


Crowning their first year of fairy-tale marriage, Prince Charles and Diana, Princess of Wales, happily released the first official photos of their baby son,

Prince William Arthur Philip Louis of Wales, last week. The infant looked decidedly astonished at the camera of great-uncle Lord Snowdon but at the tender age of five weeks seemed hale and hearty. Earlier in the week his mother made her first official public appearance since the birth, waistline restored, looking radiant at a thanksgiving ceremony in St. Paul’s for the veterans of the Falklands conflict. This week the little prince will be ushered into the ecclesiastical world by the Archbishop of Canterbury at a strictly private christening.

Charles and Diana have care-

fully chosen the music to be sung by a small group of choristers clad in sumptuous scarlet-and-gold tunics for the 80 guests they invited with simple handwritten invitations. The baby will, of course, wear the 140-year-old Windsor christening gown, which has covered all of Queen Victoria’s British descendants, but will miss out on the post-ceremony champagne and sugar-iced cakes. The occasion will mark not only Prince William’s debut but also the 82nd birthday of his great-grandmother Elizabeth, the Queen Mother.

The Ottawa old-boy set has been without its celebrated watering hole since the stately Rideau Club was razed by a wellattended fire nearly three years ago. The gracious Victorian building had already been slated for expropriation, and now a new club is rising from its ashes, financed by a $10-million federal settlement. Gone will be the prestige of having a rendezvous right across from Parliament Hill, but the new building will, if negotiations are successful, at least be centrally located on what is now a downtown parking lot. Former Tory MP and favorite of Joe Clark’s, Jean Pigott, the first woman to crack the no-ladies-please barrier just before the fire, feels the new digs “will be the most ‘in’ place” to hang out. Yet many of the country’s latest wave of movers and shakers disdained the somewhat fusty club long before it set up temporary headquarters in a Chateau Laurier suite that once

housed Depression-era Prime Minister R.B. Bennett. They have migrated to the Cercle Universitaire, a strictly upperechelon spot across town.


ighteen years old and on top of the Iworld; that’s how Canada’s newly chosen goodwill ambassador Karen Dianne Baldwin of London, Ont., is feeling. Crowned Miss Universe 1982 last week in Lima, Peru, the first Canadian ever to win the international beauty pageant beams with the relentless cheer that characterizes beauty

Hf queens: “I put a lot into the com-

petition. But I would have been a winner no matter what because I have gained experience I wouldn’t have had otherwise.” The year ahead will include extensive promotion (her first trip is a South American tour for Maybelline at the end of the month) and a plethora of charity functions, but fashion is Karen’s passion. She won the contest in a $4,000 gown designed especially for her by Wayne Clark of Toronto and hopes to open a couturier house after graduating from university. “A degree is something that can’t be taken gaway from you,” she says I obliquely. Baldwin was noncommittal about Cinzia FiordiSponti’s much ballyhooed com° plaint that she should have at Prince William with Mom and Dad: astonished but hearty least placed first runner-up. “I

maintains. “Miss Italy probably

said something she didn’t mean to say.” After only a few days under the crown, there does not seem to be much chance of that happening to our Miss Universe.


raditionally, Quebeckers have not scrimped a sou on their representatives of the Queen. But the fat-cat days of the lieutenant-governor may be numbered. The current royal envoy, former federal cabinet minister Jean-Pierre Côté, has a host of helpers (and helpers’ helpers) that would make some kings

blush: three secretaries, two

clerks, a butler, two cooks, a cook’s assistant, two waiters, three chambermaids, a gardener and two bodyguard-chauffeurs. “The lieutenant-governor in Quebec is one of the best looked after in the country,” Côté agrees. “But I have no control over staff.” His longtime friend, parliamentary journalist JeanMarc Poliquin, says that Côté’s minions were foisted on him. “He’s a man of very simple tastes,” Poliquin asserts. Premier René Lévesque recently intimated that the office may soon feel the pinch of the province’s restraint program and insisted that he has not tightened the $662,000-a-year purse strings because he did not want to be accused of pettiness. Saskatchewan Premier Grant Devine must have no such qualms. That province's lieutenant-governor, C. Irhas resided in a win McIntosh, ^Regina hotel since 1978. The cost

keeping himyear.

-a mere $59,000

One of the world’s richest men, Prince Karim Aga Khan IV, left his Paris estate for downtown Burnaby, B.C., last week where he dedicated the first Jamathkhana ( prayerhouse) to be built in North America by his followers, the Shia Imami Ismaili Moslems. Although residents had protested against the construction of the building when British Columbia’s 7,000 Ismailis (mainly refugees from Idi Amin’s Uganda) announced their plans four years ago, thousands turned out for a glimpse of the 45-year-old direct descendant of the prophet Mohammed who is celebrating his silver jubilee as imam (spiritual leader) this year. The ceremony itself

paled in comparison with the old custom of presenting the imam with his weight in silver, diamonds and platinum. But “times have changed,” the Aga Khan has explained, and, besides, any man who keeps a racing stable of 900 thoroughbreds for enjoyment hardly needs the extra revenue.

Bob Bossin and his folksy Stringband have been travelling the byways of the nation from Tofino, B.C., to St. John’s for more than a dozen years. Despite the lack of a recording label, the group has managed to stay alive by selling most of the 50,000 copies of its five albums out of the back of stagedoor pickup trucks. “If I had known how difficult it was going to be,” says the 36year-old founder, “I wouldn’t have done it.” Now Bossin is giving up the road for a year to further his budding career as a folk historian. The author of Settling Clayoquot, an oral history of Vancouver Island’s west coast, is considering an offer from a local publisher to write another book about the same area. “It is factual, except that some of the characters lie,” he laughs. Before he hung up his banjo, Bossin at least had the satis-

faction of playing The Maple Leaf Dog in front of Pierre Trudeau at the Canada Day celebrations on Parliament Hill:

One winter’s day a long time ago/ a snowplow buried Pierre Trudeau/Everyone searched until they gave up/when somebody saw the neighbor’s pup/digging in the snow and starting to bark/and, but for the dog, we’d have Joe Clark. How did the PM like it? “I’m told he fidgeted when he was buried,” says Bossin,“ and looked relieved when the final line came.”

They may not get to do much sightseeing, but pilot Don Muir, 26, and copilot André Daemen, 22, who intend to circle the globe in their Cessna 210 in seven days, will still be on the most exciting trip of their lives. This week the two Canadians are attempting to break the world record for single-engine aircraft (seven days, 13 hours, 13 minutes and 27 seconds) while raising money for the Canadian Cancer Society. Muir, a bush pilot in Sioux Lookout, Ont., and Daemen, a flying instructor at Montreal’s Dorval airport, hope to ex-

ceed their original $l-million fund-raising goal and crack the Guinness Book of World Records in one (long) fell swoop, which was to start at Dorval last Sunday. Money has been flowing in from companies renting advertising space on the side of the plane and from individuals who can sign their names and pen a message for $10. One Winnipeg woman inscribed a marriage proposal to her beau in Denver, and when the fly-boys land there on Aug. 6, the boyfriend is expected to proffer his scribbled yea or nay. Muir and Daemen have been told to expect military welcomes at refuelling and supply points such as Kuala Lumpur and have rerouted around Iran. But the real “nail-biting” leg of their journey will be the 15-hour, 2,100-nautical-mile haul between Honolulu and San Francisco. With an 800-L fuel capacity (16 hours’ flying time) and a plane that has been stripped to its bare bones, “If we encounter 50-knot head winds, we might have to ditch our aircraft and meet the Loveboat,” says Daemen.