October 8, 1960

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My mother, Lilli Marlene

The daughter of the German singer who made Lilli everybody's sweetheart in World War II now lives in Winnipeg. Here she sifts fact from fable and tells how a song conquered the soldiers of both sides

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A South African’s farewell to the land he loved but couldn’t live in

A FEW DAYS BEFORE I left South Africa a friend asked me to answer a question that had been on his mind: When I looked back from the other side of the world, what would 1 miss most? What would the nostalgic memories fasten upon? He thought of this as he drove home from Durban to Pietermaritzburg, past the edge of the Valley of a Thousand Hills, their wintry yellow lit up by the setting sun. By Arthur Keppel-Jones17 min

I came back from the dead

For weeks after a blood vessel burst in my head, the only part of my body I could move was my eyelids. In the months since then, I’ve come part of the way out of my silent helplessness. And I'll walk again if it kills me

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How much NOISE do we have to put up with?

Trucking companies, sports-car drivers and lazy suburban lawn-trimmers are raising a din that’s no mere nuisance but a menace to public health. Here’s a plea for stiffening the anti-noise laws we already have but aren’t using By JUDITH KRANTZ14 min

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Florida, Canada’s hottest province

Where do so many (more than half a million) good Canadians go before they die? Where do motel owners fly the Canadian flag, even though all they may know about Canada is that its money comes in several colors? Where else but in By ROBERT THOMAS ALLEN14 min

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Why husbands and wives fight over money

Men and women do differ in their altitude to earnings, but there’s also the fact that a couple’s “money troubles” may he only a cover By SIDNEY KATZ13 min

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Making it with the chicks

I wasn't quite eight years old when I first got into trouble over a girl. Her name was Charna; she lived upstairs from me on St. Urbain Street, and we had played together without incident for years. Then, one spring afternoon, it seemed to me that I’d had enough of marbles and One-Two-Three-RED LIGHT! and other childish games. I was bored. By MORDECAI RICHLER12 min