IT HAS been a very definite, and an ever-increasing, satisfaction to prove that a Canadian magazine, staffed by Canadian editors, and featuring predominantly the work of Canadian writers and artists, could be produced to merit the support of a discriminating Canadian public.
POLITICAL IMPASSE RINGS ALARM CLOCK FOR GENERAL BUSINESS
J. HERBERT HODGINS
WITH few exceptions, the press across Canada regards the political impasse at Ottawa as the ringing of an alarm clock warning the business man of a possible check to the return of the brisker business which had appeared in prospect for 1926.
AN ONTARIO reader recently presented this department with an inquiry regarding the Independent Order of Foresters’ fraternal insurance which assumed such far-reaching importance that a request was directed personally to W. H. Hunter, Supreme Chief Ranger, for reply
Question—Three years ago I purchased land with a house and barn on it. The agreement of sale expires this year. Land prices have dropped since buying this property and I find it difficult to get anyone to take up the mortgage and the party who sold the place to me wants his money.
"IF IT wasn’t for lucky coincidence,” said Carrington, “many a gentleman in ginger and broad arrows would be a highly respected citizen. They’re done in again and again by the most infernal flukes. The most baffling mystery—yes, I really think I may call it absolutely the most insolublelooking that has ever come my way, was solved by what seemed like a mere series of extraordinary coincidences.”
FIFTY years ago, on February 4, 1876, Hon. Colin Inkster was sworn in as sheriff at Winnipeg. To-day, Hon. Colin Inkster is still sheriff at Winnipeg, and, for all his eighty-two years, he is at his office in the court house every day. Walking actively, with head erect, alert-eyed, with a nose that has strength and distinction in its modelling, a closelytrimmed grey mustache, a determined mouth and a well-shaped chin, his tall, straight figure is one of the best-known in Winnipeg.
EIGHT years ago—inferno. Now —after the years of peace—the telling of the tale. They are writing the story of Canada at war. Never before has the writing of history been undertaken by Canadians in the face of such a colossal mass of evidence.
THERE was no cozier corner of the city that night of wild northeaster, than the lounge of the Engineers The group of smokers before the great open fire winced pleasurably when a splinter of sleet broke amid the giant black catspaw covering the broad window.
SHALL we deepen the St. Lawrence? Should we deepen the St. Lawrence? If we do deepen the St. Lawrence, will it make us or break us? If we don’t deepen the St. Lawrence, will we be adjudged wise men or fools? Whether we like it or not—“we” being all those Canadians who vote, grumble about taxes and growl at the high cost of making both ends meet— whether we like it or not, those questions will have to be answered before the St. Lawrence is much older.
MR. CUPIDORE had set his sable wings and descended on Chatville East much as a foraging hawk might settle in a farmyard replete with unsuspecting fowl. Mr. Cupidore was what is vulgarly known as a “short-change artist” of the first water. His methods of relieving his fellow men of that filthy but beloved commodity, money, were simple in the extreme, but original always.
THREE weeks of hectic, futile talk. Three weeks of struggle to gain office and to hold office. Three weeks of secret plottings behind green-baize doors. Three weeks cf log-rolling and caballing, of backstairs intrigue and proffered bribes.
EDWARD LUCAS sighed, took off his glasses and polished them carefully with his handkerchiet. The figures in the neat columns on the page before him appeared to become alive; to crawl away as though they were trying to escape. A vague understanding of those errant figures drifted through his tired mind.
BEWILDERED, Kent swung on his heel. A long, wicked flash of lightning dazzled him and what he saw in that brief illumination of the bedroom brought a cry of horror to his lips. He leveled the beam of his torch. The lid was off the coffin of the mummy on the righthand side of the doorway!
Future of Dominion Bound Up With Extent of Immigration— Too Many Canadians in United States Educational Institutions.
AMERICAN universities are full of Canadian teachers ; so are American medical schools, says the Contemporary Review in an article by Lettice Fisher on “Canada and British Immigration.” Mr. Fisher adds that the American legal and business world have their share of leading Canadians.
BECAUSE the question of marketing is such an important one and because the purchase of the family meat supply represents such an important item in the budget, it is well for every homemaker to get acquainted with the various cuts of meat. As the result of a recent survey it was found that out of one hundred women buying meat—thirty-two per cent, bought chops, while fifty-three per cent, bought steaks and ’roasts.
OF ALL the innovations and new treatments which have come into modern house construction those affecting the kitchen are preeminently outstanding. Our mothers complained of “a little box of a kitchen, not big enough to swing a cat in”—but the present day woman who has gotten her housekeeping down to a science looks for the small kitchen that will save her steps, and for an arrangement within the small kitchen itself which will conserve movement and energy.
Question—J.P.: Is it possible to procure supplies to do batik work without sending to England or the States? Answer—Yes, an English firm, Reeves & Sons, Ltd., had an interesting booth at the Canadian National Exhibition, and there I learned that their batik outfits are on sale at the T. Eaton Co., Toronto.