EVEN as Canada’s mountain region is a heritage of hills such as few countries possess, so her vast mountain parks, among the largest in the world, are a national asset of incomputable value. The recent setting apart of the Rocky Mountains Forest Reserve calls renewed attention to the series of national parks and forest reserves formed, with commendable wisdom and foresight, by the Canadian Government, in the mountain districts of Alberta and British Columbia.
Joy but a day ago ceased utterance, And from the barren hall we went in gloom; Yet, lo, in one brief night starts Hope to bloom, Tiptoe upon the tomb of circumstance! —Philip Becker Goetz in February Ainslee’s.
Two months after Smoke Bellew and Shorty went after moose for a grubstake, they were back in the Elkhorn saloon at Dawson. The hunting was done, the meat hauled in and sold for two dollars and a half a pound, and between them they possessed three thousand dollars in gold dust and a good team of dogs.
I prayed, and wrought me an idol:— Lord, it was sweet to pray! From others, but most of all from myself, I covered its feet of clay. An evil ooze from the marshland Soddened its feet of clay. The Idol rocked on its flower-decked shrine:-Lord, it is bitter to pray!
A Problem in Canadian Immigration: The Learning of a New Philosophy of Life
THE Captain and I stood back in the shadow of the little station and watched the little group. “Poor devils!” muttered the Captain. “They ought not to go. They’ll never make good. They can’t. They don’t understand your country and your country won’t try to understand them.”
THE critics have assailed every source of inspiration save one. To that one we are driven for our moral theme. When we levied upon the masters of old they gleefully dug up the parallels to our columns. When we strove to set forth real life they reproached us for trying to imitate Henry George, George Washington, Washington Irving and Irving Bachelier.
IF you had a nasty, gnawing, cankerous sore that was continually troubling you, causing pain and discomfort, what would you do? Cover it up and let it fester? Likely not. You would rather wash and cleanse it, apply healing lotions, and give it air and sunshine to make it healthy again.
IT was Saturday afternoon and cold and drizzling, and clients were conspicuous by their absence, so at four o’clock, I closed my office for the day and hurried around the corner for a comforting cup of coffee. At first I thought the restaurant was empty, but espied my genial friend Max Lubinberg seated in a far corner.
A New Phase of World Politics: The Underlying Cause of the War between Italy and Turkey
William T. Ellis
THERE are conversational compensations for life in the Orient. Talk does not grow stale when there are always the latest phases of “the great game” of international politics to gossip about. Men do not discuss baseball performances in the cafes of Constantinople; but the latest story of how Von Bieberstein, the German Ambassador, bulldozed Haaki Pasha, the Grand Vizier, and sent the latter whining among his friends for sympathy, is far more piquant.
THE Reverend Frank Warren was young and good looking. He was likewise clever and popular. Moreover, he was engaged to be married to a fair member of his own congregation, and still retained the loyalty and admiration of the rest of her sex. That may have been partly due to the fact that Ethel Stanfield was an exceedingly sweet and charming young lady, who had never cultivated the gentle art of making enemies.
JUST a little island, isolated and wind swept, yet occupying more real importance in the history of trade and commerce than many cities! We can get along without one city more or less but modern civilization cannot progress without the raw material necessary to the construction of its railways, its sky-scrapers and the hundred and one other uses to which that greatest of all metals, iron and steel, is put.
"WHAT’S this?” questioned the pupil as she drew from the farthest corner of the music-cabinet a tattered sheet of music. “What’s what, child?” answered the old teacher, adjusting his spectacles. “Ah!” he said, and his voice was sad and tender as he gazed dreamily at the discolored pages; “a beautiful piece of music.”
Through darkest nights one star Leads me to where you are. A flower casts on the air Its fragrance; you are there. Yet is all incomplete Until I reach your feet. As love and faith stand sure, So shall this quest endure. Nor flowers nor stars need be, When I find all in thee; When Journey’s End shall bring A bourn to wondering.
THE superbest character in the world is he who has conquered himself so completely that his equanimity, his balance cannot be disturbed by anything which can happen to him. His serene character is beyond the reach of “hard times” and any material disaster, for he is founded upon the rock of faith, a stable, staunch character.
"DECEMBER wheat closes 85-78 to 86.” The boy at the ticker drawled it lazily and Timkins traced the figures on the blackboard; small, neat, modulated figures that admitted of no misreading. Then there was a noise, of shuffling feet and swinging doors, and the fat men who had been sitting with fat cigars in front of the board drifted out till ten o’clock should strike on the Chicago gong in the morning.
WHEN the hearth shifted to a position under the new invented chimney there was considerable protest on the part of more conservative individuals. Obviously this was a step, and a serious one, in the decadence of the race. What were things coming to?
O, white road, O, winding road That climbs the distant hill, I would ye felt my footsteps As now ye have my will; There’s an ache I cannot smother Within this heart of mine; And ever to my yearning eyes You’re as a beckoning sign. For once upon your whitened crest A loved one waved good-bye, And then with glance on me, it seemed Walked straight into the sky; I would not bid him back again Nor fret that life wears ill, But O, I dream the day, the night That I shall climb the hill.
Sir Edmund Walker Warns Canadians Against Feverish Speculation and Extravagant Living
Sir Edmund Walker
AMIDST the happy optimism which pervades Canada at the moment we often hear the speaker say that the twentieth century belongs to Canada. What is true, however, is that Canada belongs to the twentieth century. There is little doubt that for good or ill we shall be shaped in our destiny by the present century.
FOLLOWING the article on the Equipping of General Offices which appeared in the February issue of MacLean’s Magazine the one submitted herewith on “Laying Out the Private Office” will be of interest and value to Canadian business men in that it admirably supplements the suggestions which have already been made and in addition deals particularly with private offices, which were not covered in the previous treatise.
A Character Sketch of the Canadian Minister of Finance
An Old Associate
WHEN it was announced that Mr. W. T. White, of Toronto, would be taken into Mr. Borden’s cabinet, as Minister of Finance, some millions of Canadians asked each other “Who’s this fellow, White?” Some scores of them in the city of Toronto held meetings of protest, being exasperated that a Liberal or an ex-Liberal should be given the most important folio in the new Conservative administration.
IT has been said that progress is the law of life: that the moment progression ceases retrogression sets in. Possibly in no other branch of human achievement is this principle more applicable than to the field of invention. Likewise it may be argued that no class of modern invention has been more rapidly developed in recent years than that embracing automobiles and motors.
She—“I consider, John, that sheep are the stupidest creatures living.” He (absent-mindedly)—“Yes, my lamb!” ALWAYS ASKING. Friend—“What about the rent of a place like this? I suppose the landlord asks a lot for it?” Hardupp—“Yes, rather—he’s always asking for it.”