THERE has been no rush of busines in Canada during the past fortnight. but such changes as have taken place were generally favorable. Wholesalers report a perceptible improvement, though merchants are buying cautiously, apparently on the theory that prices are not yet stabilized, and that further reductions will lead them into losses, if their stock is too heavy.
IN AN oasis, or green island in the red and yellow seas of sand that stretch beyond Europe towards the sunrise, there can be found a rather fantastic contrast which is none the less typical of such a place, since international treaties have made it an outpost of the British occupation.
WHEN I lived in the Canadian Northwest, we were horribly and foolishly sensitive about being told we had a cold climate. We would meet on the streets of Winnipeg in a forty below with a wind straight from the North Pole blowing us off our feet; and we would cuss the climate; but if an outsider said it was cold-especially if the outside foreign press said it was cold -we could prove "you didn't feel it."
YOU either liked Bob Carew, or, not liking him, wondered why you didn't. He was the least talkative of men in most cireumstances. And yet, one always noticed him. Bob was one inch short of six feet. His arms were a shade longer than most, his eyes were a reddish brown, and his mouth was a size too wide for perfection in a movie hero.
ALTHOUGH my brother Henry* had been acquainted with Goldwin Smith, it was not my fortune to meet him until I went to Toronto in 1892. Mrs. Hertz** was good enough to write and thus I became known to him immediately on my arrival. I may relate his reasons for crossing the Atlantic as he gave them to me in confidential moments.
A MELIA O'CONNOR was not one of those weaklings who evade unpleasant issues or compromise with them. If she had been such a person she would never have held down her job in Mel Ordway’s legal office for a week. She summoned to her aid all those qualities that had hitherto been devoted to the driving forth of unwelcome callers into the outer darkness, and tapped in determined fashion upon the door of Mr. Ordway’s private inner office.
THE Ship of State sailing serenely on to a new session of parliament struck a sunken reef in Peterboro. The shock shook the vessel from stem to stern. For a moment it looked as if the lifeboats might be rushed. But the Captain rose to the emergency.
DEAD! The girl was on her knees beside John Bruce. Dead -he did not move! It was the man who had pawned his watchfob hardly half an hour before! What did it mean? What did those angry shouts, that scurrying of many feet out there in the lane mean? Hurriedly (her face was deadly white as the face upturned to her from the floor) she tore open the once immaculate shirt-front, that was now limp and wet and ugly with a great crimson stain, and laid bare the wound.
OLD timers often compare present day members with those of Parliament when there were notable outstanding figures like Macdonald, George Brown, Tilley, Tupper, Mowat, Howe, Cartwright, Chapleau—and wonder whether their successors are of lighter calibre, or if the people have grown up nearer to their standard.
WHILE sitting before the fire in Oo-koo-hoo's lodge, we heard sounds that told us that Amik had returned, and presently he entered the tepee, full of wrath over the havoc a wolverine had wrought along his trapping path. The pelts of more dead game had been ruined; deadfalls had been broken; and even some of his steel traps had been carried away.
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If Factions Develop in New Centre Chaos is Sure to Follow, Predicts Gollomb.
“AT RANDOM recently I picked up an American daily newspaper published in Paris and marked in red certain items on the front page,” writes Joseph Gollomb in the Fortnightly Review. “Because of its evenly divided interest in both Europe and America this daily can be fairly considered to mirror at least the high lights of what is transpiring to-day throughout the world.
Have Scientists Found Abode of Our Prehistoric Ancestors?
NEW YORK TIMES
THE third Asiatic expedition is to start on a five year study of Asia very shortly, the expenses, amounting to half a million dollars, being defrayed by altruistic Americans. The New York Times, commenting on the aims and objects of this expedition, goes on to say:
American Writer Claims Carpentier Has Won U.S. People.
GEORGES CARPENTIER, an Apollo in physical symmetry, “a clean, hard fighter and a gallant adventurer,” has not only become the idol of the French people, but there are evidences that a very considerable portion of the American public would not be at all displeased to see him give the quietus to Dempsey, their “caveman champion.”
No Other Method of Obtaining Permanent Peace for the World.
UNTIL recently the deliberate practice of birth control has been regarded by quite a considerable number of people as a thing essentially immoral. It is therefore with a feeling somewhat akin to surprise that we note the editor of one of the oldest and most conservative of British Reviews coming forward with an article in each of two recent issues strongly advocating the limitation of families in accordance with Malthusian doctrines.
Too Free.—Vice versa, a cynic’s name for “new free verse."—London, Ont.,Free Press. A Suggestion.—“Keep your powder dry”—applies to both “gun” and “talc” varieties. London, Ont., Free Press. Here’s a Hint.—Girls who cannot sing the old songs would be loved better if they also declined to tackle the new ones.—Quebec Telegraph.
Have the Movies Added Nothing to the Art of the Theatre?
HAROLD TROWBRIDGE PULSIFER
A NEW and robust voice has been heard in the chorus of argument for and against the movies. Harold Trowbridge Pulsifer writing in the New York Outlook ranges himself unmistakably with the antis and designates the movie art industry as “the world’s worst failure.”
IT IS a far cry back fifty years in the history of Canada. Vancouver was almost unknown, the province in which it was situated, an Ultima province in which it was situated, an Ultima Thule—a far away land separated from the rest of Canada by thousands of miles of trackless prairies, peopled by Indians and here and there by the little Outposts of “the Company of Adventurers,” outposts that have grown into thriving cities.
TWENTY years from now, the speaker said,"Canada will be controlled by the foreign vote. It is all right to instil Canadian ideals and standards in the AngloSaxon, Canadian-born child, but down in the ‘Little Italys’ of our cities, and in the Russo-German settlements of the West we have eight or ten children where there are at most about two in the Canadian home— and votes count not by race or education but by numbers.”
Fatal Mistake.—(Situation: Burglar, caught red-handed, arraigned in court)— Woman—“The sorce o’ the feller! ’E pretended to be my ’usband and called out, ‘It’s all right, darlin’—it’s only me.’ It was the word ‘darlin’ wot give ’im away.”—Punch, London.