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Six weeks ago I thought I couldn’t get enough on Diana. Now, after the Morton interviews, story after story, picture after picture, I have had enough. Doesn’t the term “rest in peace” mean anything anymore?

MAUREEN L. AUSTIN, Tallahassee, Fla.

I, like every American, was shocked to hear of Princess Diana’s tragic death. The abundance of documentaries and articles, however, have fostered a sense of indifference. As a subscriber, I am enraged at opening my mailbox only to see Diana’s sob story repeated on every cover. Diana was a human being just like the rest of us. I think it is high time PEOPLE jumped off the pathetic bandwagon.


So, Diana had been on your cover 43 times when she died, and now you’re shooting for 143. Well, the nitwits at the grocery store may buy into this and boost your sales, but beware the fed-up subscriber. Come next renewal date, I’m out of here!

BEA SHELDON, Spokane, Wash.


It has always been my fervent hope that children, teens and adults would finally learn that sticks and stones can only break your bones, but words will break your heart. They obviously haven’t learned yet.

KAREN DAWSON, Cherry Hill, N.J.

As a teenager, I too was tortured by my fellow students. I was an overweight teen and was abused constantly. I could not escape it. Teachers witnessed this over and over again and did nothing. The principal told me her hands were tied. I thought of suicide, but luckily I never did it. I know exactly how Kelly was feeling, and I wish all teenagers who tease others could have it happen to them so they could feel the humiliation and pain they inflict. I am signing this letter with the name they chose to torture me with for six years. How would you like to be known by an entire school as:

BIG BERTHA, Portland, Ore.

I’ve never had any story touch my heart as this one did. It’s a shame to read about what that sweet little girl had to endure. As for the people responsible, including that stone-faced administrator from Kelly’s school who ignored what was happening, I have one thing to say: Line them up and shoot the bastards. You may quote me.

DEB NESTER, Pennsburg, Pa.

I read the story of Kelly Yeomans with tears streaming down my face, since I remember, when I was young, making fun of a girl who was bigger than me and my friends. To this day I feel horrible and realize the effect this humiliation has. That little girl will always be in my prayers, and my hope is we all learn from what happened to Kelly.

WENDY SMITH, North Canton, Ohio


While, in this age of mediocrity, I may applaud John Schnatter’s obsession with creating a pizza that is a “cut above,” I find my stomach churning at the waste involved in his quest for perfection. With so many hungry people in our country, might Mr. Schnatter consider bending his standards a little to let others not so concerned with perfection reap the benefit of his rejects? Local organizations affiliated with Foodchain, the National Prepared Food Rescue Organization, are happy to work with restaurants to make sure usable leftovers don’t go to waste.

LERRY TESLOW, Minneapolis

A Papa John’s spokesman replies: “In many markets we give our pizza remakes to homeless groups and agencies. In some markets we are not always able to do that because of the time and distance the product would have to travel. This gives us reason to take a hard look at adopting a system-wide policy to make sure we are helping as many people as possible by donating our less-than-perfect pizzas.”


Through John and Annette Schnatter’s generosity, our city has reaped countless benefits, including funding for a 50,000-seat football stadium, financial maintenance for a children’s cerebral palsy center and millions more for various local spiritual and cultural centers. Everyone loves a winner, but everyone is even crazier about a generous winner!

TERRY MEINERS, Louisville, Ky.


Your article should be retitled “Celebrity Doormats.” Most of the men you mention promised to love and honor their partners, then broke their vows. Why couldn’t one of these high-profile women just set a precedent and drop her man rather than play the martyr?



Calvin Coolidge’s white collie Prudence Prim was imprudently refurred to as Herbert Hoover’s canine companion in your punny review of Brooke Janis’s and my new book First Dogs: American Presidents and Their Best Friends. Please paws for a moment to inform your readers that it was a German shepherd, King Tut, who occupied the doghouse at the Hoover White House.

ROY ROWAN, Greenwich, Conn.