OF COURSE IT ONLY HAPPENS when we're on our way to the cottage, so I can't say that it has a recurrent frequency (my sister is a psychiatrist) or anything like that. I'll be sitting there rolling and unrolling the window in the back seat for the dog so he doesn't get a) a cold in his eyes or b) claustrophobia, and maybe I'll lean my forehead against the window and there it is bang, bang! It's always fall, you see, when this happens.By Adrienne Poy
THE LITTLE BOY seemed at home on the trampoline, jumping hard and clapping as he jumped. A bigger boy leaned over the controls of a model figure-ofeight speedway. At the end of the room two boys were playing darts. A schoolgirl in a tunic and red leotard turned and carefully retraced her steps along the slippery surface of a balancing board.By ANNE MacDERMOT
ADRIENNE POY is not a typical young Canadian writer. No one is. because good writers aren't typical of anything. But she is even less typical than most. Born in Hong Kong in 1939, she was brought to Canada when her family escaped in 1942. She grew up in Ottawa. In I960, she was head girl of the University of Toronto's Church of England women’s college.
TONY GREGSON solved the oldest quandary of the criminally inclined — how to steal a fortune and disappear to enjoy prosperity, reasonable entertainment and a life that is only slightly fugitive. He did it by stealing two gold bricks from a bush plane in the air between a gold mine and Yellowknife.By Ralph Hedlin
IN A VILLAGE that would do as the stage setting for a historical drama — a village where automobiles look as incongruous against the background of colonial and federal architecture as coaches and carriages would look among the split-level bungalows of a new suburb — a youthful man with a shock of rusty hair strolled half a dozen short blocks from his graceful federal house to a friend's house that sits behind a picket fence built of surplus army rifles from the War of 1812.By IAN SCLANDERS
Newman: Perhaps, to start, you could tell us how you personally became interested in politics. Mulroney: I think I became interested in the Conservative party because of the opportunities that existed then. This was in 1955, and the Conservative party was down and out, if you will, and I became aware that the students and the young people had quite a bit to say, and were given the leeway and the opportunity to say it.
Thank heaven this tragedy (Let’s make ugly streets illegal, by R. John Pratt. For the Sake of Argument. Feb. 25) is being publicized. The worst offenders are the advertising men who clutter the streets with signs, grotesque in color and with no symmetry or artistry.
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