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In response to Mrs. Hilda J. Martin‘s letter to the editor in your April 18 issue, I should like to correct her on my position on abortion. I warned him long ago that he’d figure prominently in my most Mrs. Martin writes that I have stated many times that I wish there to be NO LAW prohibiting abortion and that it be strictly a personal matter. This is not so. What I have said is that a abortion is a very emotional issue and one on which people feel very deeply, on both sides. and that it be strictly a The type of legislation personal matter. we have at present is, to This is not so. my mind, a realistic WhatIhavesaid is that position reflecting the a abortion is a very attitudes of most emotional issue and one Canadians, provided the on which people feel very Attomeys-General of the deeply, on both sides. Provinces enforce the law I, too, feel deeply and properly. do not pretend to have Iwould however, urge simplistic answers on a procedures which would matter which affects the permit a personal deep religious convictions decision after a “cooling of some, the moral and off period” where ethical convictions of possible and during which others. there would be significant I have said further that counselling â€" preferably [do not favor abortion as between the parents and a means of birth control their physician, a â€" and certainly notclergyman or I enjoyed Bob Rice’s reminiscences about the Ripleys and have a few to add. By the time they hit the sheet, I sincerely trust that Allen will be on a certain mountain-top in A)! Lll‘; LIIIIC LIIC’ IIIL lllC sheet, I sincerely trust that Allen will be on a certain mountain-top in BC. I warned him long ago hat he’d figure irominently in my most After the war, while still living with Mother and Dad at 73 Mill Street, I would occasionally run strange high tem- peratures and lie abed dehydrating until they subsided. Danson outlines abortion Views Letters A few more stories about Dr. Ripley “abortion on demand". I have come to the conclusion, however, that â€" as with almost all questions centred on morality â€" it is almost impossible to legislate effectively. They ére matters of individual conscience. colorful memoirs. He kindly promised to sue, thus assuring a modest return for my scholarly efforts. Always pleased and unrepentant over her little triumphs, I was regaled next morning and the tale lost little in the telling. Peggy spent a pleasant evemng. By the aid and con- trivance of Beth Rice he beheld his bride superbly ungarbed as a Wahini. She wore a flower-decked bras, a few strands of swaying raffia, a lei and a flower behind her ear. Allen paled and went into shock. Allen considered himself supremely shockâ€"proof and only Peggy could fracture his cool. She dragged him once, growling and protesting, to a masquerade ball. I believe he went as himself. Mother came to view the remains of her limp, late daughter. Detecting a flicker of life, she enquired if I would like to see a doctor. On one of these arid occasions I rose from my fever bed, thinking to visit the 100. I took the wrong turn, reaching the lower hall in one easy flight without scraping a single vertebra . “Yes,” I breathed, “Call Ripley”. When it was drawing nicely, he hauled himself round the counter and confided sweetly, “If you gave me half as much hell as that old bat, you’d pay a dollar apiece, too.” There WAS a titter from the kitchen, and we all broke up. Meekly, “Eight worm- pills, please.“ Eight were rolled into the envelope, but he didn’t lick it. “Two dollars, please.“ “But,” I croaked, “You just charged that lady two dollars for two pills!” ‘He turned his back on me, reached for his pipe, tapped it out carefully, repacked it tenderly, lovingly lit it. Allen popped the pair into an envelope and with his last drop of saliva, licked it shut. “Two dollars, please,” The lady left and he glared at me. want?" Mrs. Purple Petunia won the toss, by her hair. “Two worm-pills, please.” Finally. two clients remained. A lavender- haired lady, and I. I’d have left in a huff but couldn‘t slither, squeak. shove or snarl my way to the door. “Now what do YOU The young have no respect. I was chatting with two seated elderly friends and bending just slightly from the waist. Allen slipped up behind me, and when I straightened, he swung me round his head a couple of times before “Yonder,” séid my brother, “Rears her posterior." survivors. Met at the door by my brother, he enqgjreq if Irwas present. Ilm Producers. TelevisnOn Producers. Advertising Agents. Magazme Publishers, Photographers. Wanted: Dead or Alive TALENT SEARCH “Hi,” I screamed down the aisle. Turning, an ecstatic satisfaction lit his face He had found a friend to brag to. A couple of weeks ago, I met him in the market place. replacing me, shoeless on the Marshall carpet. I thought this treatment most unfair, since everyone beamed on him, and I received ten demerits for misconduct. “Just hat] a great A.M.-F.M. 8 - TRACK â€" CASSETTE n “Terrible. Imoaned, clutching a few wilted vegetables to my bosom, “Just awful." “Whasamatter?” “It‘s the price of let- tuce," I sobbed. “I am going home and snuff myself.” checkâ€"up", he thrilled. quoting his B.P “How are you?” He then related to me in grisly detail his latest piece of imprudence. He has a new golden lab which jumps on people and bolts into strange cars. Also Peggy is buying him a very large shovel to use when they camp in pretty parks. Alas. THE LIBERAL. Wednesday. May 10. 1978 â€"â€" A-5 Dorothy Lowe. 31 Aubrey Avenue. Oak Ridges. Again, many thanks and best wishes in all endeavors. The articles were very much appreciated. On behalf of the York Regional Health Unit, I wish to thank you for your co-operation during Dental Health Week. Publicity appreciated K. Ambrozaitis Director Dental Services York Regional Health Unit