Four Big Engineering Works and What They Mean to Canada
THE Dominion of Canada has been sitting placidly beside the United States for years, watching the American Republic dig a great ditch on the side remote from Canada. Canada’s interest in the ditch has been more or less languid.
I saw the legions of the day retreat unto the West, With flaming banners all unfurled, proclaiming victory; The standard bearers of the sun put out afar to sea, Line after line of silver ships that sought the port of rest. So passed the legions of the day as bird that taketh flight, Hushed was the hum of life, forgotten grief; Faint, fainter still, the curfew rings, the rustle of a leaf, And as a grey nun’s noiseless step, passed the night.
"SKEETS,” I said, after the customary formalities attending the renewal of a friendship had been observed—“Skeets, how’s Trinity Tim? I’m ’most afraid to ask. He hasn’t gone the red-eye route and cashed in?” I was back in the Panhandle cow country for the first time in ten years.
When the silver Queen of Darkness slowly rises o’er the hill, And shoots her shining arrows through the sombre branches still, And rests in glistening whiteness, on the rushes' fluffy crest, And in the pool’s smooth mirror where the water lilies rest,
THE words “psychology,” “psychic” and kindred terms pervade the literature of our day extensively, and from platform and pulpit we hear of “psychic treatment,” the “psychological moment,” etc., etc. In fact, psychology has apparently recently become a very interesting, not to say very fashionable “subject.”
IT was noon on University avenue, and the July sun had been shining many hours. Heat radiated from the pavements, the roadway, and even from the people on the street, who moved languidly, as though reluctant to make the effort necessary to reach their destinations.
THE whistling of the air brakes on the seventeen hundred passenger and seven hundred freight trains, which are despatched over the steam railroads of Canada from Atlantic to Pacific every day of the year, is forever calling the attention of the traveler to the wonderful process of evolution through which the railroad systems of the country are passing.
MY WIFE and I parted on that morning in precisely our usual manner. She left her second cup of tea to follow me to the front door. There she plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership) and bade me take care of my cold.
A KEEN-EYED old man with an inevitable silk hat goes daily up the steps of the Bank of Commerce Building, in Toronto. He is the Honorable Samuel Hume Blake, the outstanding layman of the Church of England in Canada, the oldest, and probably the bestknown, of the great counsel of the Dominion, her most brilliant exponent of repartee, and one of the few men who have become known from coast to coast without entering either Parliament or Legislature.
A COUPLE of years ago in the city of Winnipeg—where one may learn the primer of most that is good, bad and indifferent in the Canadian West —there was a poor but honest man who was struggling to support a family on a mediocre salary without investing in real estate or going into speculation of any sort.
I love it with the sunlight kissing it To warmth and gleaming in a thousand nooks, Or in the lamplight, touched to a shimmering smoothness, As you bend over our dear favorite books; Piled high in glistening curls with velvet bound, Like some old quaint, and lovely curious crown, Or touched by your white, magic-working fingers, In beauteous cataracts, softly falling down.
IF Hazelton Magill “worked” for the Armitage Bill (so said public opinion) the bill would go through. And early in February, about two weeks before the bill was to come up, word went round that Hazelton Magill was “working.” It was a bad moment for those interested.
DEEP sea fishing with a few hundred fathoms of line seems a marvelous business to the old dredge-man. The end of the dock is far enough out to sea for him, when it comes to fishing, and yet deep sea digging—for what is Lake Superior but an inland seas—is much more wonderful, and to the dredge-man is quite commonplace.
Something wanted doing, I became aware, I went into a barber’s shop And took a chair. Came a little lady, Smiling—debonair, She seized a pair of Fateful shears, And cut my hair. Followed lots of lather. Skillfully rubbed in, With razor sharp as polished wit, She smoothed my chin.
"IS this Beckie?” “Father!” exclaimed the heavilyveiled passenger. That was all, save close-clasped hands. At the sight of his daughter, Wanner had been too perturbed, just as Rebecca had been too amazed at his gaunt, elderly figure, to be demonstrative.
Specially Designed for our Readers by Wilberforce Jenkins, a Bungalologist of Many Years’ Experience.
THIS attractive little edifice can be built with two upright posts, either of hickory or chestnut-maple, a couple of post-holes, and a cross-beam, at a cost not exceeding ten thousand dollars. The materials are easily obtained in almost any section of the country, with the possible exception of the holes, which will have to be specially prepared and cannot be had ready made.
"NO, no, I’m all right. Really I am. Please leave me alone. You want me to laugh? Ha! Ha! There! Is that all right now?” “No, it isn’t all right. It’s very far from all right, my boy; and this is where you and your little uncle here are going to have a real heart to heart talk.”
MANLIKE I concluded that I thoroughly understood the women of those lonely islands in the centre of the Gulf of St. Lawrence, right after my first experience with one of them. I had promised a frankly-requesting Frenchman to take a picture of his new house, with his wife and family in front of it, in order that he might be able to show his wandering brother on the mainland that things were prospering with him.
IT IS ALL very well for a motorist to be able to 'take a spin’ whenever he pleases but, unless he has an objective, his motoring will lack a great deal of the pleasure of which the sport is capable. To go over and over the same roads, time after time, until every fence and hedge, every hill and valley is as familiar as his own front door, may be healthy and invigorating, but it is certainly not very cheerful.
Watch! ’tis the flash of sunlight gleaming, On Nature’s fortress gray; The flight of the silver arrows streaming, That challenge the dark’ning way; Soon will the silence and the dreaming, Rest where was day. List! ’tis the march of shadows creeping,
Engineering in Agriculture as it Affects Competition Between Canada and the United States
WE reproduce the following article exactly as it appears in Cassier’s Magazine. This publication deals largely with engineering matters and in a technical way. But the following article by A. W. Day is not only timely, but well written. As the editor of Cassier’s points out in an editorial head-note, this article is very pertinent, in view of the closer trade relations which may soon be consummated between the two countries.
ANOTHER man’s point of view is always interesting and when an English person writes of American homes—and Canadian homes are somewhat like those to the south—it is interesting to pause and examine the essay. Mary Mortimer Maxwell writes charmingly on this subject in the National Review, as follows: The typical American home has every comfort, every convenience, almost every charm except one.
THE big leaks in business can rarely be seen at close quarters, says Cornelius S. Loder, writing in Business and the Book-Keeper. The urgent needs of the moment shut off the view. Yet these big leaks must be discovered. They are all-important.
IN summarizing the comments of the technical press on Frederick Winslow Taylor’s book, “The Principles of Scientific Management,” Current Literature first points out that the writer avows three fundamental aims. The first is to point out through a series of simple illustrations the great loss which the country is suffering through inefficiency in almost all our daily acts.
THE British business man from the American standpoint is discussed in a very entertaining article in the Century Magazine by James Davenport Whelpley. We Americans are inclined to be impatient with English business methods, he begins.
A Twenty-five Million Dollar Bribe for Nature’s Secrets
THE WORK of the Carnegie Institution in Washington is described in some detail by Charles Frederick Carter in the Technical World Magazine. How does a young loggerhead turtle, thrown upon its own resources in a selfish world from the moment it leaves the eggshell, know where to go to take up the struggle for existence with any prospect of success?
EDWIN A. BROWN, a successful business man of Colorado, recently retired from business and began to devote his attention to a study of the unemployed. He disguised himself as a tramp and lived among them. His experiences are to be found in The World ToDay.
AN excellent comment on Arnold Bennett’s little book, “How to Live on Twenty-fours a Day,” is to be found in The World’s Work. Bennett lays a wager in his book that you waste much of your time and he proceeds to win his bet. For instance, suppose that you get up and take light exercise and a bath, and dress as a gentleman should without indecent hurry, and eat breakfast, and read your paper, and get to your office at halfpast eight or nine o’clock.
THAT eminent British physician, Sir James Crichton Browne, contributes to the Windsor Magazine and The Youths’ Companion an article on the effect of light on one’s health, and after pointing out the part played by light on the plants and flowers, he proceeds to detail its influence on human beings.
IT takes a writer like Eugene Wood to give the proper touch to the experience of the country lad who sets out from Johnnycake Corners to seek his fortune in the great city. This he does in the American Magazine. You pack your trunk and start for The Wicked City to make your fortune or your living.
THE writer of that entertaining department in Scribner’s Magazine called “The Point of View,” has something to say about the new style of sleeping cars in his June causerie. Have you ridden in one of the new “steel sleepers?” “You will, Oscar.”
WITH the text “We know how to protect buildings; we must learn how to protect people,” Rheta Childe Dorr, arraigns the terrible loss of life, by fire, in buildings supposedly fireproof, in an article in Hampton's Magazine. The time has come when we must make a business of fire prevention, and, in case of unpreventable fires, of minimizing the human loss.
SITUATED on the west side of that branch of the Rosedale Ravine in Toronto, which runs nearly north and south and a little above the corner where the ravine bends to the south-east, the handsome residence illustrated above was designed to make the best possible use of the advantages of its site.
Describing his platform experiences. Dr. Macnamara says the heaviest “fall” he ever had was at an agricultural laborers’ meeting in Devonshire. While he was speaking, a man insisted on asking a question. Dr. Macnamara told him to sit down and ask the question at the close of the meeting.