THIS WOULD have been a good day for aspiring autriors woo nave been told by Uncle Clement that their stories are much better than those the magazines are printing, to come in and see us. We are in an expansive mood today. For we have just floored Horace, the composing room messenger.
THE FIFTH GIRL of the Martin family turned out to be Alethea. Eight years younger than the sister who had next preceded her, she was, of course, possessed of the frankly realistic attitude of her contemporaries. She had crisply curling hair that was a warning; as her sister Grace remarked—Grace was the one who had all that alimony—everybody knows that a woman with hair like that can get away with murder.
HOLLYWOOD has said that the motion picture industry could not continue if members of the acting profession from outside the United States were barred under the terms of the existing immigration laws. Great Britain, Canada, France and Germany contribute a very large number of actors and actresses to the various great American studios, and the silver screen has proved itself solidly impervious to nationalism.
HEBER FREEMAN SINGLETON WACE ruled five neat columns on the page before him. At the head of each column he neatly wrote a word. Supply. Propinquity. Habit. Appearance. Character. "These," he said to Mary Heart, “are the five ingredients of matrimony.”
WHEN a session of the Alberta Legislature closes they issue a summary of what the session was about. Somebody should induce Mr. Bennett to adopt the same practice. For if Ottawa’s uncertainty about what Parliament is doing or trying to do is reflected in the country, then the country must be hopelessly bewildered.
A SPECIAL correspondent in Australia describes the methods adopted in that country to expedite recovery from the depression. The political leaders took advice from the economists and rapidly adjusted the country’s life to depression conditions, with the result that Australia is farther on the road to recovery than any other country.
WHEN THOMPSON came aboard the Dolphin in Suva, the schooner's crew eyed him suspiciously. He was a tall, well-set-up man in his late thirties who wore a full dark beard. That beard looked like a disguise; it seemed to cover his entire face. Even his eyes looked as if they were in hiding.
IF LIFE begins at forty, then Dave Komonen, winner of the Boston Marathon foot race, has a four-year lead on most mortals, the same as he had a four-minute lead on his nearest rival in the twenty-six-mile, 385-yard jaunt into Beantown. Dave Komonen at thirty-six feels he is only commencing his career as a Marathoner—a career which took him through five years of rigorous training without much recognition, and five more fruitless years during which he was pronounced physically unfit because of a stomach that couldn’t take it.
SEVEN MECHANICS wiped fourteen greasy hands on the steering wheel of Elspeth the Ancient and announced: “She’s oke.” There remained nothing to do but fill the gas tank. Without Elspeth, Gaspé the Magnificent would have remained terra incognita.
THE STORY: Wishing to prepare a thesis for a P.h.D. degree and also earn some money, David Kimball secures a job for the summer as caretaker of the closed Hastings estate at Ste. Agathe, Quebec. Mr. and Mrs. Hastings are touring in Asia; a daughter, Judith, is supposed to be in Alberta; a son, Bud, is holidaying in Northern OntKimball expects to find solitude and peace and plenty of time for study.
Recently it was reported that audiences in United States picture theatres were applauding news-reel “shots” of Dillinger, escaped gangster. Applauding a man responsible for several coldblooded killings! At the same time, Canadian audiences were being shown the same pictures.
SO, THROUGH impenetrable jungle so thick that the bright light of noonday could scarcely filter in, bitten and tormented by hosts of flies, with deadly serpents slithering across our path or hanging from the branches of trees, ready to strike and destroy in an instant, we six men and our few servants pushed our way through the feverinfested lowlands of the Amazon and into those hills where the foot of white man never before had trod.
IN THE Jungle of Finance there are no maps and no paths. Everyone is more or less lost, most of the time. But there are a few persons who have spent their lives in the jungle and who know its signs and its dangers. Of these persons, the most reliable are the bankers.
THE TWENTY Million Sweethearts are the admirers of a radio crooner (Dick Powell), which may or may not strike you as a fair estimate. The story of the hero’s troubles with his private sweetheart (Ginger Rogers) comes into it, but most of the picture is taken up with the hero’s song, “I’m Looking for an Angel.”
THE STUFF we have to read for our English course looks as if it had been chosen by an old maids’ sewing circle. And regarding a good many members of the Department of Education, this guess is not so far out. In their noble efforts to keep our youth unsullied by any modem ideas, they have managed to dig up a collection of books worthy of the most saintly Puritan.
Being a Creditor Nation, the Consequence of Default Might be Disastrous
REGARDING the British budget surplus and the American debt, “Consus,” writing in The National (London), thinks that default might lead to very serious consequences. True, many debtor nations have defaulted in the past, but it must always be remembered that we ourselves are a creditor nation.
REGARDING the adoption of the twenty-four-hour clock system in Great Britain, Review of Reviews (London) states: Sometimes changes do come about in England. For years those most competent to speak have urged the adoption in this country for public purposes of the Continental, or twenty-four-hour, clock system.
One of Them Will Cook a FivePound Roast in About Five Minutes
IN AN article printed first by New Outlook and reprinted in condensed form in Readers’ Digest, we are informed that: Depressions, it would seem, are good for invention. In the past four years our laboratories have almost doubled the sum total of new things under the sun shortly to be available to us—at a price.
THE AMERICANS invaded Canada with three armies. The army of the West crossed at Detroit and advanced through Western Ontario. Their instructions were to conquer Upper Canada. But the Canadian commander tricked them very nicely. Every day or two he changed the name of Upper Canada to Lower Canada and vice versa.
I HAVE just read your editorial, “Ask for a Plan," and I want sincerely to congratulate you on bringing this most important matter to public attention the way you have done. Canada certainly needs a financial plan, a plan that will not only cover our Federal debts, but will also cover our Provincial debts, a plan that will ultimately lead us out of the morass of debt-pyramiding we have got into by over-expending and paying abnormal rates for money to the detriment of commercial business, and then really often reborrowing to pay interest.
I hope your readers refuse to accept G. R. Stevens’s diagnosis. If I am any judge, I think they will. I think he is in need of a trip home to get in touch with the new thinking that is spreading from Halifax to Victoria. Hon. H. H. Stevens should immediately send him “leave of absence” and a ticket home to “catch up.”
Suspension of Air Mail Contracts is Severe Setback to Canadian Aviation
IS CANADA’S splendid air service being slowly throttled to death? Writing in the Halifax Herald, Evelyn Tufts intimates that it is. Scattered over this great region (Northern Canada) which represents seventy-five per cent of the area of the Dominion, are dozens of mining towns and frontier communities, some with a population of several hundred people, which depend entirely on the air for transportation, supplies, hospital services and mail.
THAT practically all the motor accidents in Great Britain are caused by no more than twenty-five per cent of the motorists is the conclusion arrived at by Public Opinion. It quotes Sir Ernest Graham Little, a Member of Parliament: "There is a small proportion of motorists who do nearly all the damage.
Important Discoveries Have Been Made in Small Private Observatories
THAT hundreds of amateurs aid the march of astronomy is pointed out by the Literary Digest. It has been estimated that in this country there are more than a thousand small private observatories tucked away in attics, backyards, bams, sheds, filling stations and even in open fields.
New Theory is Evolved From Evidence in Westminster Abbey
THAT America received its name from Richard Ameryk, Sheriff of Bristol, England, in 1503, the person who handed the King’s reward to John Cabot after his discovery of North America, is being seriously investigated following the discovery of an ancient manuscript among the muniments of Westminster Abbey.
I thank you for the article, "This Sloppy Pacifism.” The majority of returned men will agree with its outlook. Had Britain been prepared in 1914 the war would not have lasted so long, or never have started. An efficient police force protects a nation against crime, consequently efficient armaments safeguard a nation against the attacks of covetous foes.
A UNITED STATES Senate committee is at work investigating charges that manufacturers of arms and munitions are engaged in propaganda to promote war and a stronger national defense. Legislators in other countries also are becoming aware of public opinion rising against the workings of the interlocking armament groups whose profits depend on war and the fear of it.
May I correct an error in your editorial relating to Dr. Rowell’s article “Dusky Diamond Limited” in the May 15th issue? Number One-B Mine is not in Sydney, Cape Breton. It is in Glace Bay, the largest town in Canada, with a population almost equal to that of Sydney.
UNDERNEATH the town of Brockville, Ontario, there runs what is reputed to be Canada’s first railway tunnel. And of all such works, it is quite alone in the world in possessing at both entrances a double set of stout wooden doors which are opened and closed regularly during severe weather.
2. The elusive collar button. 5. Better than nothing when the ship goes down. 9. Set of rooms—or attendants. 10. Illumination. 11. Dash, with a Gallic quality. 12. Kingdom west of Annam. 13. Conspicuous part of a flower. 15. A scrambled sailor becomes a medium of expression.
BCAUSE we have talked about desserts and salads and vegetable dishes, it’s only fair to give meat a showing. So we choose frankfurters or wieners or “hot dogs” or whatever you prefer to call them. These spicy little fingers of meat are popular members of the great sausage family—the most popular members if you accept the opinion of the younger generation.
WHEN JUNE comes along, the first thought in a food-thinking mind is strawberries—luscious, home-grown strawberries! There’s nothing new to say on the subject, but it’s always pleasant to talk about things we like. Any fruit with color, form and flavor as perfect as the strawberry is bound to be called on to share its perfection with some of the less favored foods, and with true democratic spirit this rosy berry shows up very well in mixed company.
WHEN it comes to delicacy of flavor among the vegetables, tender, young asparagus ranks with the highest. But like so many of the fresh things, its reign is all too short. True,the canned product is excellent and a wonderful help to menu planners all the year round, but it doesn’t provide quite the same gastronomic enjoyment that comes with the season of fresh asparagus.
Maclean’s Health Service — Conducted by the Canadian Medical Association.
THE EARLIEST recorded use of codliver oil for medical purposes dates back to the time of Doctor Samuel Kay, who from 1752 to 1784 was a physician on the staff of the Manchester Infirmary. It is, however, known that for many years prior to this, the livers of cod and related species were used in various ways by the fishertolk of the Norwegian and Scottish coasts for the treatment of numerous illnesses.
The golden sun is setting in the west; (The kitchen’s cold—I guess the stove needs wood!) In gauzy veils the evening sky is dressed; (I’ll light the other lamp—this one’s no good!) The filmy clouds of purple and of pink (Now, say, did I forget to feed the hogs?)
She Needs the Bread—It is reported that one of the fastidious newly married ladies of this town kneads bread with her gloves on. —Wisconsin weekly paper. Terrible Prospect—Description of the next war by a veteran “Terrible it will be, so ’elp me.
The Tiresome Part—Old Lady: “Don’t you ever feel weary going up and down in the elevator all day?” Elevator Operator: “Yes’m.” “Is it the motion of going down?” “No’m.” “The motion of going up?” “No’m.” “The stopping?” “No’m.” “What is it then?”