March 3, 1980

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The troubled Olympics

The faces in the crowd were drawn as the XIII Winter Olympics came to a close. The tired wanderers of Lake Placid’s Main Street, by now immune to the NOLYMPICS and the LET THE SOVIETS PLAY WITH THEMSELVES T-shirt vendors, no longer noticed the BOYCOTT THE MOSCOW GAMES stickers fading on the flagpoles at the award ceremony site and speedskating oval.
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Al the news that’s fit tobend

Clearly, it wasn’t the sort of news that The New York Times liked to find fit to print. SOME NEWS GROUPS KNEW OF 6 IN HIDING, declared the Jan. 31 headline over a foot-shuffling dispatch admitting that at least half a dozen American journalists had been in on the secret that the Canadian embassy in Tehran was harboring six American consular officials.
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Working on the sequel

On the third loud thump of the brass knocker, she flings open the door to her Toronto Tudor-style townhouse and growls her own kind of welcome: “Well whaddya know, someone who actually arrives when she says she’s going to.” The voice and the style are still the same—vintage that’s-why-the-lady-is-a-Mack-truck—but the visual presentation is utterly different:
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The first time Toronto actress Wendy Thatcher performed the striptease section of Barrie Keefe’s play A Mad World, My Masters, director Des McAnuff told her she was playing it too coy. Thatcher’s reluctance to raunch it up in the ribald play about the English class system may have been out of respect for the woman she portrays in the act of disrobing—British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher.
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The diplomatic niceties

I’m writing to your magazine in order to thank any Canadian who may read this for the brave rescue of the six American diplomats from Tehran (The Great Escape, Feb. 11). I feel that not only the United States but the world owes Canada a debt of honor and gratitude: in these sad times, we need all the examples we can get.
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The true nature of Micheline

Okay, it did seem like a strange place to be discovering one’s true calling—a cramped, cluttered and darkened cubbyhole of a cutting room in a seedy, battered office building on the wrong side of Montreal. But on the tiny, flickering screen of the editing table in the corner, actress-turned-director Micheline Lanctôt was watching her first film, L’homme à tout faire (The Handyman), come to life.
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A man with fences to mend

They drifted back to Ottawa in ones and twos last week, the 103 dejected survivors of Joe Clark’s Conservative government. Recriminations were being kept, on the whole, private. “We’re all trying to keep the sabres from rattling,” said one Maritimer.
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Hydrogen minus the sci-fi

It was one of the most terrifying disasters in aviation history. Beginning with only a spark, the hydrogen-filled dirigible Hindenburg exploded into flames at its Lakehurst, New Jersey, mooring mast in 1937. And, as the last embers of the airship’s silken shell fell to the ground, leaving 36 passengers dead, distraught aviators vowed that the gas which was lighter than air should never fly again.
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New martyrs in old Huronia

The old red-brick post office in Penetanguishene is an unlikely spot to become a national battleground. But though the town nestles on the sandy shores of Georgian Bay in the heart of anglo Ontario, 100 miles north of Toronto, its residents are mostly French—at least by descent.
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Dancing out of time

After a withering fall season wherein the dancers looked dreamily disinterested in just about everything they did, the National Ballet of Canada seems temporarily revived from its sickbed of floral arrangements. The spring season, the company's showcase, is still in the process of warding off February funk at Toronto's O'Keefe Centre.
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At the lieutenant-governor's pleasure

Emerson Bonnar was 19 when he tried to snatch a purse from a woman on a street in Fredericton, New Brunswick. For that one offence he has been locked up for the past 15 years. He’s now 34 and still in a maximum-security ward for the criminally insane.
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