"ON PAGE five of this issue there begins a new threepart serial by Warwick Deeping —“The Madness of Professor Pye.“ At the time we purchased it, Beverley Nichols had not yet published “Cry Havoc!" So it is because of benevolent chance rather than editorial perspicacity that we shall present concurrently Mr. Nichols' incisive survey of the preparations being made for chemical warfare and Major Deeping’s imaginative but none the less tense drama of a scientist who, crazed with power and determined to dominate mankind, discovers a ray capable of wiping out every living creature in its path.
PROFESSOR PYE’S HOUSE was visible from one point on the Dorking-Guildford road as a cube of concrete rising above the dark foliage of a group of old yews. Standing upon the chalk ridge and reached only by a steep and flinty lane whose privacy was emphasized by a notice board, it suggested the isolation of an iceberg.
MR. ERNEST LAPOINTE has become the most influential figure in the Liberal party, but does not allow anyone to say so. In Quebec he holds the affection which belonged to Laurier, and in the West his new prestige now mounts so high that he could probably beat Mr. Dunning and Mr. Ralston combined in a Liberal convention.
ADULT READers will recall stories read in their youth often behind the barn or lying in bed with a wary ear directed toward the stairway of famous bandits of long ago who climbed to notoriety as robbers of stage coaches plying to and from the gold fields.
A modern problem in business is complicated by an ancient problem in romance
RUTH BURR SANBORN
JASON LANDING was not the type you would expect to find in an advertising agency. He was too big and slow and solid and unenthusiastic. Carey Paule said so. Jason was fair, tow-headed almost, with forthright blue eyes, broad shoulders, and quiet hands that hung at his sides without gestures.
BLIND JUSTICE, her scales weighted against the West by prejudice and discrimination, has swayed Canadian rugby football long enough. When will Western teams be given a fair and fighting chance? When will those injustices be lifted which have wrought havoc with the hopes of Western challengers from year to year? When will ability, and ability alone, be the deciding factor when East meets West to fight for definite supremacy in the great fall pastime? Western pleas for an even break have fallen upon deaf ears.
TORTURED by Mr. Dumsday’s verbal lashings, suffering under the allegation of blindfolding the goddess of Justice, humiliated by accusations of discrimination and unfair dealing, smarting through the insinuation that dishonest officiating and biased legislating are part of a scheme to win national rugby titles, it requires some control for an Easterner to reply calmly and logically to the problems aroused by the Western accuser.
yOU MIGHT have thought that after the visit to Armsville, I had seen enough of armament factories. In some ways that is true, but it seemed to me very necessary to give the reader an impression of the way in which these firms spread their tentacles over Europe, and France was the obvious starting-point.
VIRGINIA was distressed to be late. She had a genuine native courtesy, a polite, somewhat aloof little air, even with her friends; she was never tactless and never careless. Her engagement today was of especial significance. She was going to Miss Auscombe for the week-end, and Miss Auscombe had particular claims to consideration; she was elderly and she was important.
THE TRAIN was speeding through the night toward the mountains. In the drawing-room of one of the cars five of us were gathered about a table upon which a number of partly filled glasses formed an irregular ring around a squat, brown bottle. The air was heavy with tobacco smoke, and the sound of the wheels clicking over the rail joints and rumbling across the switch points came to us so muffled that it was sensed rather than heard.
IS THERE TOO MUCH wheat in the world? And if there is, is birth control for wheat wicked? If it is not wicked, is it possible? Or is it necessary or wise? Some people fly into a passion at the very suggestion of wheat reduction by any means except natural disasters.
IN MY TIME I’ve seen my share of what they call the picturesque life—fur buyer, boomer telegraph operator in the gold fields, mine promoter and so on—but till this summer I never figured to live with seagoing gypsies. Certainly I never figured to see that kind of a life do what it did to so sensible and handsome a girl as Mary Walsh.
MATTER-OF-FACT people who approve of events occurring in their right order and especially in their right century, and who don’t like their movie plots to run anti-clockwise, may find “Berkeley Square” (Fox Film) a little mystifying. It is the story of a young contemporary architect who goes to England and, entering an old house, finds himself literally back in the eighteenth century.
THE EMOTIONS "going out" are strangely contrasted. It is almost painful pleasure. The regular, if monotonous, pageant of your days is about to be broken. You are half afraid. You may be exchanging Then. too, your emotions depend upon the time of your going.
BARON BOUBINOFF, the Madcap Cossack, with the sub-title "The Only Cowboy Who Ever lassoed a Queen Bee,” is the name and style under which I’m to be advertised next season when I star with Smith’s Stupendous Stampede and Exhibition of Bucking Bronchos.
The Bigger the Lie the Harder They Fall for It, Declares Leader of Nazis
ONE WAY that Hitler succeeded in solidifying the support of Germany for his Nazi dictatorship was through the use of propaganda. Analyzing Mein Kampf (My Battle), his autobiography, Alice Hamilton tells in the Atlantic Monthly of the "Leader’s” astounding system.
A BRILLIANT RESIDENT of my town was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, says Bruce Barton in the Herald-Tribune. A specialist prescribed: “Go home Saturday at noon and go to bed. Stay there. You may read if you like; you may smoke in moderation.
Englishmen Just Can’t Stand That Terrible English Accent
MILLIONS of Englishmen are becoming as sick and tired of the so-called English accent as are Americans, writes H. W. Seaman, of the staff of the London Sunday Chronicle, in the American Mercury. In his opinion, he says, it seems indeed, that the mass of British people actually find the most awful Yankee twang more tolerable than the simpering falsetto of some of our juveniles and ingenués, and the drawl of Will Rogers less foreign to their ears than the hothouse Cockney of Chelsea, Mayfair and Bloomsbury.
Thin Ones Have Never Been Known to Make History, Says Lady Drummond-Hay
RARELY has it been a thin woman, nearly always a plump one, whose greater attraction inspired men to be great or led great men into folly or wisdorn, writes Lady Drummond-Hay in The Passing Show. Thin women never made history. From Ellen Lupescu, the Titian-haired enchantress of Roumania back to Cleopatra and the still more distant Eve, feminine curves, not angles, have inspired the makers and breakers of destiny, personal and national.
IF A gentleman comes home fagged and in a damed-if-I-set-foot-out-of-this-housetonight humor, he should have a pick-meup bath, says Marie Beynon Ray in Collier's. This bath should be deep and warm. The fagged gentleman should lie in the tub, submerged to the neck to soak the ache out of tired and stiff muscles, for ten or fifteen minutes, drinking a glass or two of water to induce perspiration, and thinking of pastoral scenes until he feels a little drowsy.
TO HAVE ENDURED continuously for 100 years is a record of which any publication might well be proud. But to have appeared as a newspaper publishing continuously for 100 years under the direction and ownership of one family is, so far as I know, a record unsurpassed.
He Doesn’t Like Our Regina Article Mrs. Weekes’s panegyric about Regina was a fine lyrical outburst. She is a good writer and possesses, apparently, the soul of a poet in that she can perceive beauty where it escapes the common herd. I also am living in Regina but am unable to hypnotize myself into a similar state of mind with regard to its “attractions,” and I fear there are many more just like me.
MOST OF THIS year's new textiles are cotton, and they are frankly cotton. There is no attempt to simulate other weaves such as silk or wool. For this reason the new fabrics lend themselves to informal use, and are more appropriate for bedrooms, kitchens, simple dining rooms and living rooms of the cottage type.
Not a very polite admonition but one that bristles with good advice. And it is advice that has been heard with increasing prominence in the past few years. Prior to 1929 very few of us worried about what would happen when we got to be sixty-five years old.
Question—I hold some stock of Second Canadian General Investments, Ltd. Has this investment trust shown any improvement in the current year, and what are the prospects for future improvement in earnings?—V. M., Creston, B.C. Answer—Second Canadian General Investments Limited underwent a change in capitalization and in name in 1931 and is now known as Canadian General Investments, Limited.
Fool ’Em By Buying It—But, alas! Your grandchildren will think you are lying when you tell them how cheap you could have bought it in 1933. —Deseronto Post. Hard to Swallow—An American, we read, lost his watch while fishing, and a year later at the same spot caught a trout containing the watch.
“Please, Central, 4-0-5 ring 3, Yes, 3 was what I said. I know you rang 3 once before, But I got 2 instead. I’m sorry, Central, try again, Yes, 4-0-5 ring 3. Hello! Hello! Is that you, dear? Well, Honey, this is me. I beg your pardon? What was that? I’m in the wrong beehive? Is this not 4-0-5 ring 3? Oh, 4-0-5 ring 5.
I’ll take a man who has little wealth. Who may not be in the best of health, Who’ll sometimes fail to come home at night. Who’ll always affirm he’s in the right; He may do as he pleases and say what he feels, So long as he lets me read at my meals.
It’s definitely English, oh definitely, quite, To use this single adverb in all you say or write. It’s definitely modern and definitely hot To murmur “Definitely yes” or “Definitely not.” It’s definitely right to say one’s “definitely wrong;” A case is “definitely weak” or it’s “definitely strong;” But boy, I’ll definitely sing and I’ll definitely shout When definitely is definitely definitely out.
Obscure— A woman's mind you can’t define, Often her meaning she obscures. Mae wrote she never could be mine And signed it. “Truly yours.” —Edmonton Bulletin. Cleaned Out—“I’d love to go somewhere this evening, but I haven’t a bean." “What about that boy friend of yours?" “Oh, we’ve been friends about a fortnight, so he hasn’t a bean either now.” — London Opinion.