How the Son of a Canadian Chief Justice Became a Pirate
IN THE annals of Canadian history few stories of a more romantic turn are to be found than the so-called piratical adventures of Jeremiah Dummer Powell, fourth and youngest son of William Dummer Powell, one of the earliest chief justices of what is now the Province of Ontario, with the subsequent narrative of the judge’s efforts to save his son from the penalties incurred by his rashness.
MANY incidents have incited the present Contributor to an explanation which the Editor of “MacLean’s Magazine” might not make without some risk of seeming to advertise “No connection with the House over the Way.” One of those incidents consisted in the.
“JOHN, Henry, William, Ellis, Peter, Daniel, and little Anthony—and then came me. Folks used to say Father had a fine family o’ boys and Poor Jane. I s’pose they were tired o’ havin’ babies.” “Just as though one girl was one too many! One day I heard one o’ the neighbors say, speakin’ o’ me, that I was like the boards and bricks left over after the house was built—not much account.
IT HAS seldom been given to the members of any one family to achieve the individual distinction gained by the sons of the late Rev. Featherstone Osier of Bond Head and Dundas. Rarely indeed have talents been so equally distributed over so many brothers or have the fruits of success been so uniformly divided.
WHEN Dixon was a youngster in skirts he built trains out of spools and played railroad. When he was ten years old he made himself sick on his father’s pipe, playing locomotive. When he was attending the collegiate he played hookey to snoop around the roundhouse of the P. & H. road; and when he graduated from college he accepted a position as telegraph operator in the company’s head office.
IN the matter of nomenclature, Mrs. Gibbs was strictly just. “The first boy named after your father and mine, John; the first girl, after your mother and mine—a name from each family,” she had said to her husband. So when the initial baby made its appearance the naming of her was quickly accomplished.
THE Honorable Mark Anthony made a little speech at the funeral of the late Julius Cæsar, wherein he paid a great compliment to his subject. Among other pleasant things reported by the press, Mr. Anthony said, “He brought many captives home to Rome whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.”
KOYTE, engaged to the richest girl in the town, was supremely happy. Not necessarily because she was rich, but because he loved her. They were to be married to-morrow. For several weeks before a man is actually married—especially when he is marrying a very popular girl—he is more or less of a nonentity.
Sheep as black as the gritstone on the Peakshire hills were feeding there, scattered all about us—lower down an old white-haired shepherd was trying to collect them; his dog, one of the shaggy, long-haired, black-and-white English breed that drives and guards sheep, seemed not to know its business.
ELECTRIC locomotive No. 4032 slid quietly out of the darkness and cushioned gently against the coupler of the forward baggage car of No. 26 She was low, flat, and black, a crouching doublenosed monster. She gave you the impresion that the faster she went the closer she would lie to the rail—which, indeed, was very much the case.
YOUNG GRAINGER was in a predicament and through the haze of argument failed to see daylight. He had heen sent out on the road as assistant to Dick Redford, one of Elmsley & Co.’s veteran travellers. Tt was his first trip and he had enjoyed it as only one who makes his initial venture into a new world of experience can hope to do.
IT was the third day out, Mrs. Dodds-Sinders was able to sit up and take a little nourishment, the complexions of her daughters were fast regaining their wonted tints of pink and they awaited the arrival of the steward with the eleven o’clock broth with something very near impatience.
IT IS pitiable to see young people starting out in life with ambition to make a place for themselves, and yet ruining the possibility of doing anything great by sacrificing health, the very thing on which they are most dependent for the attainment of their object.
“PEE-ZOOP—pee-zoop—pee-zoop.” That’s exactly how it sounded down in the engine-room of the Old Oshawa, when she was plugging up into a heavy wind. The big single cylinder seemed to force the greasy piston out on its four-foot stroke rather reluctantly.
“I FIRST learned to draw and daub,” says George Agnew Reid, “as a child at my home at Wingham, in Ontario. My crude sketches were more or less inspired by the pictorial work that came in my way—the illustrations in British journals and newspapers.
DURING the latter part of January it was announced that so prominent a railway official as G. J. Bury, vice-president of the Canadian Pacific Railway, resident at Winnipeg, had left for a vacation of some weeks. His destination was the Orient.
THERE by the roadside, with a peepul tree on one side of the gate and a clump of bamboos on the other, surrounded by a garden typically Indian, lay the little house—quaint, silent, deserted. Often on my early morning rides I had looked at it and longed to know its story.
Sir Hugh Graham: Near Napoleon of Canadian Newspaperdom
AN OLD journalistic hand once told me that it took at least two generations to build up a really successful newspaper. If we are to accept that estimate as the rule, then Sir Hugh Graham must be the exception that proves it. Still, his achievement of establishing the Montreal Star and the Family Herald and Weekly Star had no mushroom characteristics about it.
JUST as some learned critics continue to put forth and discourse upon the question: “Is there a Canadian Literature?” the while protagonists praise again the many essentially Canadian writings which have long since proved the permanent nature of their worth; so do people credited with discernment, align themselves in acknowledgment or repudiation of the claims of Robert W. Service for consideration as a poet, some of his critics commenting sagely upon the quasi-quiescent aboriginal instincts even of the readers of this advanced age, answering to the appeal of the ofttimes rough-hewn verse of Service, as accounting for the marvelous vogue of his verse.
THE motor-car has long since left the class of pure luxuries and proved its utility, but in only one case, perhaps, has it become a peripatetic vender of culture. Maryland has an energetic citizen in Miss Mary L. Titcomb, who has utilized the automobile to carry books to the people of Washington County, and in the first six months of 1912 it circulated 2,103 copies.
THOMAS A. EDISON has solved another problem—“How to Live Long.” He tells of his solution in a talk with Allan L. Benson, published in Hearst’s Magazine. The interviewer propounds his vital query first, when he informs us that he asked Mr. Edison how he was able at his age, to keep such hours—how he was able, at 67, to work 22 hours a day for 40 consecutive days.
IN a sketch in Munsey’s Magazine, Baron Von Dewitz gives some interesting impressions of “The Kaiser as He Is.” A close glimpse of the life of the Emperor is to be had in those parts of the story relating to his reading and correspondence. We are told at the outset that the Kaiser is a hard worker.
WHO invented the phrase “yellow peril”? Probably some ill-inspired journalist, who little imagined what a “winged word” he was sending forth on its travels. But the popularizer of the idea, as distinct from the phrase, rests under no sort of obscurity.
THE approaching completion of the Panama Canal and the enactment by the American Congress of a measure discriminating against foreign ships plying therein, have greatly strengthened Canada’s determination to provide a railway to the shore of Hudson Bay and steamers across the Atlantic.
IN the February Scribner’s Herbert L. Towle writes interestingly of “The Automobile and its Mission.” In the course of the article he declares: Fifteen years ago the automobile was only a traveller’s tale and the hobby of a few crack-brained experimenters.
A SERIES of articles is being run in Pearson’s Magazine which is calculated to prove that the railroads of the United States are little more than a tottering makeshift. It is held that they “endanger our lives every time we ride and they levy an unearned tax on everything we eat and wear.