The story that many of those involved now regard as the greatest detective thriller in modern medical history began at 5.52 a.m. Wednesday, January 14 of this year, when the 28,117-ton Peninsular and Oriental liner Oronsay sailed under the arch of Vancouver’s Lions Gate Bridge flying the dreaded Double Q — two yellow quarantine pennants that signal: “My vessel is suspect.By ALAN EDMONDS44 min
This spring, more Canadians than ever beforemillions of them-will think about buying a boat. If you’re one of them, your problem will be confusion. You’ll have a myriad of sizes, shapes and colors to choose from. We think we’ve found a solution: just as you know a man by his dog, so can you tell a man by his boat.By CATHY WISMER14 min
Pamela Andres’s tender, yet rugged, true Canadian love story, Joe And Mariya In The Promised Land, was so vividly portrayed that I could smell the coal oil, taste the fish, shiver in the icy temperatures and feel that empty void they experienced in 40 years of separation.
MANY A GIRL in trouble has spotted the ambiguous classified advertisement in Toronto’s afternoon newspapers. “Pregnant and distressed?” it asks, and gives a telephone number. When the girls ring they are often answered by a rather gruesome recorded message, warning about the dangers of abortion.By ROGER KEENE9 min
ONE BLAND THURSDAY afternoon my friend Sean McCutcheon climbed up the CBC TV tower in Toronto. He was working for the CBC, it was coffee break, and the day was very clear. From the top of the tower he saw a fire truck go through a red light a block away.By BOB BOSSIN8 min
I HAVE SEEN the long, sounding curve of the lonely shore only a few times in my entire life, and I have not come even close to knowing it well since the first summer I was there, the summer I turned 12, and I learned to run barefoot on its hard stones, under the turning gulls, and over the happy clams, and around the sinister jellyfish, the sun-crisped cowflaps, the venerable boat sheds, the lobster pots, the old men of the sea, the dry bones of fish, the tar, the marline, the cork, the shells, the spruce, the roily little tidal gut, and all along the cold and ceaseless Atlantic foam.By HARRY BRUCE7 min
THE THROB OF flamenco music spills through the open door of a corner bar. From the street you can see a small band surrounded by crowded tables, four men singing and smiling happily. One plays a guitar, the others clap or stamp out a rhythmic accompaniment.By JOY CARROLL6 min
IN ALL THE earnest talk about the future of the media in Canada, nobody consulted Judy Pelletier. Too bad. Judy Pelletier’s experience with newspapers would have made her a telling witness for Senator Keith Davey. Mrs. Pelletier is a social worker in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, a specialist in learning disabilities.By PHILIP SYKES6 min
THE OIL TANKER Manhattan, nosing through Canada’s eastern Arctic for a second trip, is the stuff of stimulating debate. To many Canadians, the great steel-walled ship is an American economic gunboat, symbolizing more foreign control of our natural wealth.
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