Three cheers for the new prince (PEOPLE, July 5), his very proud parents and, of course, PEOPLE for sharing with Americans some British happiness.
First Lady Di, then Princess Di, and now Prince Charles, Princess Di and baby. Give us a break—put Harrison Ford or Al Pacino on the cover.
Grace La Mell
It’s nice to know that a baby can still make headlines and bring a nation together.
As a veteran of two wars whose military career spanned more than 21 years, I considered myself inured to the suffering of noncombatants on the battlefield as well as to the anguish and futility to be seen in their faces. I was wrong. Your picture of a gaunt and tormented James Ragland, the Baptist missionary in Beirut, made me do something I thought I had forgotten how to do. It made me cry.
Lt. Col. Hellmut Meyer, Ret.
Pacific Grove, Calif.
I am an unpaid television critic just like 99 percent of the population. Unfortunately, this same percentage applies to the number of programs unfit for viewing. But sometimes that saving 1 percent, like the Today show, shines through. The cast is alive—totally involved in reporting and interviewing. They offer what is most often missing in TV: intelligence. The drop in their ratings suggests that America is choosing pabulum for breakfast over steak and eggs.
All week I waited with anticipation for your article on William Shatner, and what did I find? A few pithy paragraphs with a picture of him falling off a horse. Egad! You do better with stories about Bronx butchers, nubile nymphets and assorted other forgettables. William Shatner is one of the finest actors around. He should have been your feature article. As an actor, he is 10 times better than the material he’s been given; that is, until The Wrath of Khan came along. At last! Here is a movie that shows what he can do. It’s been a very long time since I’ve been genuinely moved by an acting performance. I think there is a large audience that wants to see more of him, so wake up, Filmland. And you, too, PEOPLE WEEKLY.
I was deeply moved by the story about Renee Cote, the little girl with a rare genetic liver disease. I’d like to know if there is anything I can do to help.
Renee is doing surprisingly well. Her doctors have extended her chances for survival beyond mid-July, since her cancer is not spreading as quickly as expected. She still needs a liver transplant very soon—as do almost 20 other children—and anyone who knows a potential child donor should contact their local hospital or organ procurement agency. For additional assistance, telephone the Transplant Foundation at the University of Pittsburgh: 412-366-6777. To make a contribution, send a check to the Renee Cote Fund, c/o First Bank and Trust, Lakeview Ave., Dracut, Mass. 01826.—ED.
As a college freshman facing the pressures of final exam week, I was annoyed when one of my professors announced the presentation of a videotape of “Leo Busomebody” to help us relax. By the end of the film I knew I would never forget his name. I felt so good about myself that I wanted to hug everyone in the room and shout, “I’m so glad to be alive!” I wish everyone could have a chance to hear him speak.
I get really annoyed at how tacky some reporters are. Had your writer asked me how I felt about “surrendering my virginity,” I would have (1) punched him in the nose, (2) told him it was none of his business, or (3) asked him how he felt about surrendering his! Of course, Marie answered the question like the lady she is.
I admire Marie Osmond for her convictions and morals. She seems to stick with them, and her family ties are very strong, which is so rare today. I wish there were more families like the Osmonds in the world. The article was fine, the pictures were well done, and I wish the best to Marie.
Please tell cartoonist Cathy Guise-white to cease and desist monitoring my phone calls to my daughters and tampering with my letters to them. How else could she so expertly expose their—and my—vulnerabilities?
Your headline “ERA Is Dead” is just a male fantasy. Equal rights for women may have suffered a setback, but this issue has been fought for hundreds of years, and the war will continue.
Billie Jean King’s essay, in which she said: “I ended up being a housewife and giving up tennis—I guess because my expectations for myself were so low,” showed an insensitivity I didn’t expect of her. Billie Jean, don’t knock it till you try it. I consider myself an expert on being a housewife and, believe me, there’s nothing low about it.
Billie Jean replies: “I was talking about an essay I wrote when I was 14! At that time, the whole world’s expectations of women were low. People should be able to make the choice that’s most fulfilling to them.”