What Laurier's defeat in Quebec means to future Canadian Politics.
<p>QUEBEC follows a leader, Laurier leads it. But when Laurier is gone who does? Will it be Honorable George Graham as leader of the Liberal party, successor to Laurier? Will it be Honorable Richard McBride, said to be the coming leader of the Conservatives?</p>
WE reproduce in the following pages engravings of the nine Provincial Premiers, with some remarks about each one, and pictures of their respective legislative halls. They are to meet in Ottawa on December 9th to discuss certain troubles in the family of provinces.
THE Indian had been lying on his stomach and gazing through the forest undergrowth with unblinking eyes. Suddenly he went tense with eager attention. The quick flattening crouch of his body was just such a movement as a cat, lazily watching birds, would make if one of the birds were to stray beyond the safety line.
THE act of acquiring a dog is often one of the most important steps in the life of a man—acquiring it honestly, that is. People in this country use dogs for varying purposes; some for company in the house and protection; some for use with sheep on a farm, or cows, for that matter; some for hunting; some for retrieving, and some to keep the baby from crawling too far and falling in the well, or getting in the way of trolley cars.
LAST year 300,000 carcases of Australian mutton were imported into Canada—Canada, the foodsupply source for the Empire! Last year 7,683,000 pounds of foreign-grown wool were imported into Canada—Canada, whose pure bred sheep have for years taken nearly all the prizes in international exhibitions! We need mutton.
THERE had been a fight. He strode across the football field toward the man, with long swinging steps. His black gown fluttered in the wind behind him. The man, a huge half-back stood over a smaller man whom he had knocked down with a blow from his fist just a minute before.
I’M going to quit whittling the top of this desk. It’s a nervous habit. Time I stopped. Remember I used to do that when I was a kid at school, —carving my initials and the initials of the little girl across the aisle. But when a man can’t smoke what can he do?
THEY have been living like Robinson Crusoe for one hundred years and having a nice time at that. There are only about ten men to the whole colony. They don’t care about the men. They are perfectly indifferent to them. They go and come without asking any man’s permission and they prosper exceedingly.
ON either side of us were swift hills mottled with green and gold, ahead a curdle of snowcapped mountains, above a sky of robin’s-egg blue. The morning was lyric and set our hearts piping as we climbed the canyon. We breathed deeply of the heady air, exclaimed at sight of a big bee ranch, shouted as a mule team with jingling bells came swinging down the trail.
THE Flying Mercury coach pulled up with a flourish in the innyard of the Jolly Postboys at Dunchester, and the guard sprang down and opened the door of the coach with a gallant air. Out there stepped a young lady, Miss Cherry Luttrell, no more than sixteen, with eyes as black as sloes, delicate arched brows, red lips, and a dimple in her cheek.
WHIPPLETON had been expecting the settlement of his uncle’s estate for so long, that it had become an old story. He had almost forgotten to think about it. Suddenly, one morning, shortly after he had entered his office, he received a telephone message from his uncle’s lawyers.
EVERYBODY who comes to the Riviera visits Lord Hilary’s wonderful garden, La Vista, and most people who do not come have heard of it, because it is worldfamous. Lord Hilary is an old man now, and a bachelor, whose greatest joy is his Italian garden.
PAPERS all over Canada are talking of the “birth” of the Canadian navy. The thing that provoked them to such a figure of speech was the fact that the Niobe—unarmored crusier—had arrived at Halifax and the Rainbow (ditto), at Victoria. B.C. Certainly it was a birth, hut whether of a real navy or not, is a matter which has yet to be decided.
THE Reciprocity negotiations between this country and the United States will soon be under way. Just recently the white-haired Minister of Finance, Honorable Mr. Fielding, stepped out of his sick-room and boarded the train from Halifax for Ottawa, with his little black satchel under his arm.
“WHY a political party needs money” is the title of an article by Herbert Parsons in the Outlook. In Canada there are a great many people who believe that no party ever needs money and that it would be quite immoral for any party to have a bank account.
PORTUGAL has had, as the Bystander expresses it—“a quiet little revolution,” just as the neighbors might speak of “Mrs. Jones’ tea last week.” Taken all around it was a very pleasant affair, conducted in a business-like manner, without any undue muss, and yet with a proper dignity.
AS this last form goes to press, it appears that Theodore Roosevelt is beaten! The words are worth weighing. The phrase is one of those short, curt quartettes of words which gives one shout and conveys a fact worth missing a meal to consider, just as when across the wires of the world flew the message a few months ago— The King is dead!
"THE New Irish Outlook” is the heading under which James Boyle, in “The Forum” takes occasion to argue that the Home Rule question has lost much of its bitterness and—which is apparently more to the point in that writer’s opinion, —that Ireland is drifting toward an alliance with the Conservative Party rather than the Liberal Administration in Great Britain.
WAR is man’s oldest game. Aviation is his newest, says Frederick Palmer in Hampton’s Magazine. War began when Cain killed Abel. From Cain's day to ours —from the primitive weapon which he used to the latest pattern of smokeless, noiseless, long-range rifle—from the first hide shield to modern battleship armor—the fighting expert has ever asked the inventor, “What is your latest aid to slaughter my enemy?”
"THE British workingman is illemployed, ill-paid, and poor if compared with his exceedingly prosperous American colleague.” This is the conclusion reached by “Politics” writing in the Fortnightly Review. He compares the figures of production and the figures showing the consumption of necessaries and luxuries by the English workingman and the American workingman.
MR. W. JETHRO BROWN is a Professor in the University of Adelaide, and he has written an article which he calls, “The Message of Anarchy.” So far as can be learned, he is not an anarchist, but a respectable academician.
IF peace hath her victories no less renowned than war, then Dr. Mihran K. Kassabian, who died in Philadelphia on July 12, was a hero perhaps of even greater calibre than the heroes of many wars. For Dr. Kassabian died of skin cancer brought on by X-ray burns in his marvellous work as one of the foremost specialists in America.
FIRST, Madame Curie and her husband discover radium and now this widowed woman savant, poring over her test-tubes and retorts has succeeded in reducing radium from “an elusive radio-active element” to a particle of solid matter. “This is an important discovery in physics,” says London Nature, “since hitherto only salts, such as bromides and chlorides of that mysterious metal have been obtainable.”
AS Charles V. Tevis relates his experience in the “judgment room” of a motion picture factory, in The World To-Day, to act “judge” in such a “court” ought not to be an unpleasant duty. “It seemed,” he writes, “to be a quite informal reception, at first.
HADDINGTON BRUCE in the Outlook says: “There can be no doubt that, excluding the games common to childhood, football is far and away the most popular of outdoor sports. No other is played by so many peoples, and, while it is the “national” game of no country, all so-called national games, when brought into competition with it, tend to take a subordinate place.
THERE are two kinds of “respectable” people who introduce what might be called “risque” topics into a general discussion. They are emancipated women aiming to be wits, and real philosophers. The philosophers are usually careful to study their audience before changing the ordinary course of the conversation.
A mere paragraph of a cable despatch appeared in the Canadian papers not long ago to the effect that the “Famous Hope Diamond has again appeared and is being offered for sale by a large firm of London dealers. They hold it at a price of $500,000.”
EVERYONE knows the charm of a window box, and what relief it gives to eyes weary of the colors of the mere brick and mortar. But not everyone knows what to do with the window box at the end of the summer. Luke J. Doogue, in The Garden, gives hints not only as to how to dispose of it, but how to prepare it for the spring:
"LICENSE the Stoker,” says Clinton Rogers Woodruff in The World To-day. For years the shibboleth of the business man was that smoke meant prosperity and that the resultant nuisance could no more be avoided than the dirty hands of the boilerman.
EVERY man in the world is selling something—his labor, his wit, his advice or his soul or the result of somebody else’s labor. Every man’s prosperity, therefore, is related directly to the demand for the particular thing he has to sell. The following article by C.M.K. in The World’s Work deals, it is true, with selling bonds.
IN a New York instalment furniture house, one clerk is detailed to clip certain items from the local newspapers. These items are not clippings indicating prospects for new business. Quite the reverse. They give the news of all the accidents which have happened during the past twenty-four hours to people who reside within the selling range of that house.
"I MAGINE motoring with never a turn of the crank to start the engine, with no removal, repair and replacement of a damaged tire in its clincher run on the road, and no laborious pumping up, afterward;” begins Harry Wilkin Perry, in “Motoring Without Labor” in Harper’s Weekly, “picture yourself driving until nightfall and then turning on the head-lights, side-lights and tail-light by a simple turn of a switch or lever on the dash, while the car is rushing along at full speed; anticipate the delights of a tour over an unfamiliar route with every turn to be made indicated automatically on a dial always directly before you, to which your attention is called by an automatic signal at the right instant or on which prominent landmarks are shown to reassure you.
IT remained for Canadian soldiers to be the first in the Empire to use the gasoline power truck in army manoeuvres. The record was made in the Thanksgiving sham-fight of the Toronto corps. The fight took place on Monday, and on the previous Friday a three-ton truck of 24 horsepower at 650 revolutions (capable of developing up to 50 horse-power at a higher speed) carried 17.300 pounds, in addition to its own weight, 21 miles in 2 hours and 15 minutes.
IN a ward in the Hospital for Sick Children in the City of Toronto there are, or there recently were, ten little children suffering from infantile paralysis. Some were dying. A few were recovering. Those that will, must be afflicted for the rest of their lives with the mark of the disease:
PEOPLE who are acquainted with the labor problem in Winnipeg and the urban west generally will tell you one thing: that it is hard to get labor that takes a real interest in its work. They will explain to you that the ease with which money has been made by land speculation, and the general restlessness, often makes a man neglect his work and act with an independence which makes it hard for the factory or office manager to organize his staff satisfactorily.
The best part of love is friendship. Once married, make the best of it. There is consolation in the word inevitable. There is only one valid reason for marrying. It is this: because you cannot help it. Our grandmothers expected little from their husbands and got it.
EVERY now and then an atom of humanity gets off the boat at Halifax or Quebec or Montreal and travels across to Winnipeg and Vancouver with half a car of baggage, thirty-three letters of introduction and probably—a “man.” It is a certain kind of Englishman.
WITHOUT doubt, the question of the tariff occupies the minds of Canadians at the present time more than any other question. Not since the inception of the National Policy in 1878 has it been so much to the front. Further, the Tariff Question now appears in an entirely new light.
LAST month’s article on “Do the Railways Own Canada?” was closed by dealing with one or two of the arguments used by railway lawyers against any reasonable amount of taxation being imposed on railway property. Another much-used argument has been to make comparisons in density of population as compared with railway mileage in the United States and Canada, and from these comparisons attempt to show that railway taxes are already as high, proportionately, in Canada as in the United States.
SOLICITOR-General Wooten, Georgia, was vigorously prosecuting a liquor case. Two quarts of good rye whiskey were introduced in evidence and as such were sent to the jury room for their consideration. After they had retired and remained in their room some time the attention of the court was directed that way by merry laughter and loud guffaws.