ɪn hɪz kˈɑːlʌm wˌɪtʃ ɐpˈɪɹd fˈaɪv tˈaɪmz ɐ wˈiːk ɪnðə ɡlˈoʊb, hiː əkˈeɪʒənəli ˈɔfɚd kˈɑːmɪk ɹᵻlˈiːf fɔːɹ hɪz ɹˈiːdɚz ˌʌndɚ ðə tˈaɪɾəl ʌv lˈɛɾɚ fɹʌm lˈaɪlək, ɑːstˈɛnsᵻbli ɹˈɪʔn̩ baɪ klˈɛm wˈɑːtkɪnz, dʒˌeɪˈɑːɹ. ʌv lˈaɪlək, sˈæskɐtʃˌuːən wˌɛɹ ðə lˈoʊkəl bɹˈæntʃᵻz ʌvðə ɹˈɔɪəl kɐnˈeɪdiən lˈiːdʒən ænd ðə kæmpˈeɪn fɔːɹ nˈuːklɪɹ dˌɪsˈɑːɹməmənt hæd ɐ dʒˈɔɪnt mˈɛmbɚʃˌɪp ɚɹˈeɪndʒmənt.
In his column (which appeared five times a week in the Globe), he occasionally offered comic relief for his readers under the title of Letter from Lilac, ostensibly written by Clem Watkins, Jr. of Lilac, Saskatchewan (where the local branches of the Royal Canadian Legion and the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament had a joint membership arrangement).