updated 02/28/1983 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 02/28/1983 AT 01:00 AM EST
I met Stephanie (PEOPLE, Feb. 7) in Monaco and was charmed. She is not the spoiled pet the media would have us believe. She's a gracious, caring young woman. May God in His wisdom bless and keep her.
Silver Spring, Md.
I wish that Mr. Lewis' surgeon could have sutured some compassion into his patient's cold heart. A man who could tell his sons that they, along with their mother, were only "obstacles" that had to be removed "to see if I can enjoy my life totally" suffers from a malaise no doctor can cure. When next I see him on the telethon with tears shimmering in his eyes, pleading with us to help "his kids," I'm going to be thinking about his other kids.
Corona Del Mar, Calif.
As a Lewis fan, I can't describe the shock and concern I felt when I heard Jerry was in serious shape. To see that he's already back with the same intensity and drive is inspiring.
Thank you for letting Ray Mancini tell about his feelings concerning Duk Koo Kim's tragic accident. He set me straight about the sport—not everyone is in the ring for the money. He's a sincere and warm person.
Royal Oak, Mich.
Paul Fussell is too clever and delightful a man to still be judging women by their ages and calling them "chicks." Chicks are small, yellow, fuzzy and, I would imagine, rather awkward in bed.
Fighting fatigue in Prof. Paul Fussell's early-morning lectures presents a great challenge to the Rutgers English majors. Armed with lined paper and heavy anthologies, we march off to class each week, "sleepy" but ultimately victorious in our battles with Sam Johnson and Wilfred Owen. Far from "items out of a cookie cutter," the students in his classes prove to be sharp "cookies" capable of fielding difficult questions. Furthermore, despite his disgruntled assertion, we are well trained in grammatical tactics; we conquered the semicolon long before registering for his courses.
Laura A. Cohen
New Brunswick, N.J.
Thank you for the story about the group that is striving to fight world hunger. Please give your readers an address for the magazine they publish so that others may help.
Inquiries can be addressed to Seeds, c/o Oakhurst Baptist Church, 222 East Lake Drive, Decatur, Ga. 30030.—ED.
The Feb. 7 issue is the last I can buy in good conscience. In it you had a fine article on the efforts of Seeds to ease world hunger. At the end was a heartbreaking sentence stating that 140 people, mostly children, had died from malnutrition and related diseases in the time it took to read the article. But then, incredibly, you followed this with an article on clothes designs for Snoopy. As much as I love Snoopy, how could anyone in their right mind relate to this piece of fluff after being touched by the preceding article? Shame on you for your crass insensitivity and shame on me for not getting involved sooner.
What makes the soap opera A New Day in Eden different from a porno flick? I was shocked to see the three couples in bed in your photograph. The producer justifies the show by pointing out, "In real life, do you take a shower with your clothes on?" My answer is no, but I don't take a TV camera into the shower with me either.
Ruby A. Pope
Chula Vista, Calif.
Thank you for your story on Kathleen Woodiwiss. I love her stories but they drive my husband crazy. As soon as her books come out I curl up in the rocker and tune everything out. I named my son Brandon after Captain Birmingham in The Flame and the Flower and my youngest daughter after Shanna Trahern Beauchamp in Shanna!
Morgan Hill, Calif.
I was deeply moved by your story on the men who died in World War II when their plane was shot down over New Guinea. I was only 5 when my brother 1st Lt. Eugene Knight went down over the Mediterranean in July 1943. Although he was sighted clinging to the wreckage of his plane and help was on the way by the time his buddies, who were running out of fuel, headed for base, he was never found. For years my parents hung onto the hope that he had been taken prisoner by the Germans, who had ships in the area. Only after my parents were gone could my sister, brother and I place a memorial marker for him next to them. Those brave young men should never be forgotten. To this end, I talk often of my big brother, of whom the only memory I have is his advising me not to brush my teeth with soap.
Apologies to secretaries and research chemists who misconstrued my words in the PEOPLE story about Patricia Hope, the unwed pregnant teacher. I was not insinuating that secretaries and research chemists had loose lifestyles. Rather, I felt that Ms. Hope should step out of her role-model capacity as a teacher and enter a profession in which her private life was not viewed by parents and students. I have a great respect for all professions, and I hope this clears up any misunderstanding.
East Hampton, N.Y.