NEXT TO the expression in a mother’s eyes as she nurses her first-born, we’d rank the enraptured look of a practical mining man as he fondles a carload of ore or pushes you into a stope a mile below the earth's surface. A month or two ago, we lightly remarked to some International Nickel officials that we'd like to go through their mines and smelters.
IN THE FALL of 1929 a rumor drifted out of the far North, out to Edmonton, that a tremendously rich mining field had been discovered in Arctic Mackenzie. Dynamite Bay, the place was called, but apart from a few experts with inside knowledge, no one knew whether Dynamite Bay was the genuine find or just another wild alarum of the mining frontier.
IN SPITE OF the pictures you see in the rotogravure sections of the week-end newspapers, all Canadian ambassadors do not wear high hats. Besides the middleaged gentlemen who put on knee breeches, silk stockings and trick hats to get themselves presented at Court, and who are always having their photographs taken shaking hands with princes and prime ministers on the decks of palatial liners or in dingy railroad stations, there is every year in Europe a sizable delegation of robustious young Canucks who go over tourist or work their way on freighters, and who roam up and down a dozen lands of Continental Europe spreading the fame of Canada and the Canadian people, causing nice things to be printed about Canada and Canadians in numerous queer-looking foreign publications.
TO ME, reclining in a deck chair under an awning in the centre of the famous sward that fronts Le Sporting, Cairo, listening to the band of the Fifth Foresters playing selections from Gilbert and Sullivan in the distance and wishing that I had something less than an Egyptian five-pound note in my pocket that I might buy myself a drink, appeared Major Charles de Bellay of the French Army, athlete, good friend and genial globe trotter.
MR. GRAHAM F. TOWERS is a tall, shrewd young man from Montreal who is never surprised by anything. He was not surprised, to any visible degree, even when he found himself selected to be Governor of the new Central Bank of Canada, his composure perhaps being due to acquaintance with the relative qualifications of the other rumored possibles.
THERE HAS been for nearly half a century a belief in Canada that the United States is the land of progress, and that Great Britain is the land of tradition. The United States is generally supposed to be up-to-date, while Britain is old-fashioned.
NOW, ALTHOUGH I never had much use for him, I do not mind admitting that this Wally McNairn is a pretty fair sort of a sports announcer: that is, if you are fond of sports announcers. Personally, unless they have me tied to a hospital bed like I was for ten long weeks, I will about as soon chew on a rubber heel soaked in beef-juice as a substitute for T-bone, as I will listen to a fight or game by way of the air instead of seeing it for myself, or better still, taking a hand in it.
MALE AND female created He them.” Which is just too bad, say the Ministers of Education; let’s forget it. And so they proceed to forget, as diligently as they can, that these boys and these girls have different functions in life; that specialized functions usually involve specialized aptitude; that these differing aptitudes may call for differing modes of development; that a boy is a boy and will grow into a man—restless, adventurous, creative, active, a maker, while the girl under normal conditions grows calm, home-loving, receptive, passive, a user.
AND YOU forgot Briercrest. NO, you didn’t forget it, because unless you lived within fifty miles of it, it isn’t likely you ever heard of the place. Briercrest—whose skyline is three narrow high elevators, the square tower of the church and a few houses huddled close to the warm soil.
OF EVERY DOLLAR deposited in Canadian banks, fifty cents is loaned to governments. Worst of all, that fifty cents is not backed up with assets, but has been advanced largely to cover deficits. So members of the Dominion Association of Char tered Accountants were told by George C. MacDonald, their president.
HERBERT N. CASSON is a business doctor. He puts ailing concerns on their feet. He owns and edits Efficiency Magazine in London, England, and his writings on business subjects are known throughout the world. He was born in a Hudson’s Bay mission in Northern Manitoba, lived twenty years in Canada, twenty in the United States and twenty in England.
WHEN THE WINTER comes that buries Canada’s Northland with snow, Canadian screens will unfold a motion picture tribute to one of their country’s oldest citizens—the French-Canadian habitant farmer. An important film company from France, working under a distinguished director, has come the long miles to Canada to transfer into a pictorial and dramatic medium a Canadian novel that in France alone has sold more than 1,000,000 copies and has reached fourteen foreign lands in translation.
THE LITTLE fishing village of San Andorr lies on a rugged and once wild and desolate coast, and its story goes back many years. It goes back to a distant day when a proud sailing ship, sweeping southward from old Russian Alaska, had crashed on that stretch of the Pacific shore known as the Sailors’ Grave, leaving with its wreckage a small group of men, three women and two children.
THE FIRST explorers to reach the Western plains reported meeting vast herds of a strange animal known as the buffalo. Although it was larger, it was not unlike a poodle dog, for it had four legs, two ears, long hair, and a stomach. That it could easily be distinguished from a poodle, however, was proved by the fact that women didn’t carry it around under their arms as a pet, and nobody ever sat on one of them by mistake.
IF YOU HAVE ever lived in a small town where the best people amused themselves with croquet tournaments, candy pulls, ice-cream sociables, etc., you will feel perfectly at home in “Judge Priest,” Will Rogers’s latest picture. And if you have never lived in such a town, by the time this picture is over you will feel as if you had.
A Moral Programme, Preached by Writers and Educators, Should be Followed by the People
A MORAL PROGRAMME for Europe in order that it shall avoid the horror of another war, is advocated by Julien Brenda in Foreign Affairs, New York. He argues that: The educators should preach to the peoples in order to create such a state of mind that they are ready to come together.
HOW CAN WE account for the pigeon’s marvellous sense of location? Maurice Maeterlinck, writing in Les Annales, explains it. He says: Several theories have been put forth in explanation of the phenomenon: electricity, telluric currents, the bird’s natural “homing” instinct, etc.
Famous Conductors Wll Present Concerts Over the Air This Autumn Season
MUSIC-HUNGRY radio listeners-in, rushing at the opportunity, have contributed $65,390 to the guaranty fund for the New York Philharmonic-Symphony Society, or thirteen per cent of the $503,000 required to maintain the society’s concerts through three more seasons, according to The Literary Digest.
Chemists Tell of Their Successful Laboratory Experiments With Heavy Water
HEAVY WATER” is the name which scientists have given to one of the most momentous chemical discoveries in the past few years. Writing in the Neues Wiener Journal of Vienna, Desiderius Papp tells what "this deadly drink of water” really is. He says:
THE WORLD’S greatest airplane, the Maxime Gorki, built by the Russian Soviet Government, is described by World (London). When the superb new Soviet airplane, the Maxime Gorki, was flown for the first time over Moscow, it made an immense impression upon the people.
Experts Decide What Power of Illumination is Required for Work and Play
HOW MUCH LIGHT do you need— for working, playing and reading in bed? A man reading in poor light expends as much nervous energy as a man digging a ditch, says an article in the Review of Reviews. It adds: Reading lamps with two sockets should have two 60-watt bulbs, while three socket reading lamps should have three 40-watt bulbs.
BRIGHT COLORS applied to a new type of automobile key make it possible to select instantly the right key for a particular lock. The ignition and door key is red, the trunk or deck key blue and the tire key yellow. Color is applied by an electrolytic process. The keys are made of aluminum alloy and three of them weigh no more than one ordinary key and are said to be equally as durable.—Popular Science.
YE EDITOR surely does not err when he predicts stormy weather as a result of Doctor Atlee’s grandiose article: "Should Women Be Men?” May one forestall the expected tumult by an attempt to pour oil on the about-to-be-troubled waters? And who better equipped to apply the lubrication than a widow-woman like myself, with an inexhaustible cruse at her disposal?
IT WAS guest night at the big broadcasting station in New York City, and I was scheduled to do something—turn leaves for a musician or one of those big jobs that build up static on the ether. The chief guest was a clever woman doctor who rushed in at the last minute, breathless and doing a little ladylike perspiring.
Maclean’s Health Service — Conducted by the Canadian Medical Association.
SHOULD THE adjective “straight” ever be used to describe limbs which are anything but straight? The legs which are called straight by fond parents or by bald-headed gentlemen of the front row are those which are made up of curves and hollows.
I would ignore D. S. D.’s remarks in the September 15 issue but that they are indicative of a mental attitude that makes possible the alienation of dearly won personal liberties. It was centuries before the right to worship as one chose was finally conceded.
This may not be the best of all possible worlds, but unquestionably it is a woman’s world. Woman has made that wild free spirit, man, her slave; she has yoked him to her chariot; captured him by his senses, and by laws she has forced him to enact, bound him.
THE DIATRIBES of the motion-picture knockers would be more impressive if they were more consistent. We are asked to believe that the movie kings of Hollywood think good taste comes only in bottles; that they have no more dramatic sense than a greased pig at a picnic; that they impair their dividends by forcing sin and sensuality upon a reluctant public.
A NUMBER of readers have asked for a neat list of the key titles in the used series on “How to Make Money Grow,” by Herbert N. Casson. Here they are:— 1. Buy Only What You Know 2. Never Buy Under Pressure 3. Speculate on Properties,. Not Schemes
1. Ontario county. 3. Rascal. 6. The original Toronto. 9. Tidings. 11. Weather disturbance. 13. Situation. 14. Pulsation. 15. The only time when burglary can be committed. 16. Boundary. 18. A product sweet from cane or beet. 20. Eternal negative.
NOT SO LONG ago, I listened to a group of women deciding where to hold their next meeting. In the church parlor or the dub room? Yes, that might do. At Mrs. So-and-so’s? Applause. And so that matter was settled. I asked the reason. Was Mrs. So-and-so the town’s social leader?
I’ve studied up the N.R.A., the budget and the dole, I’ve read “A Guide Through Chaos” from the brilliant mind of Cole, The Major Douglas theory I’ve swallowed almost whole, Then H. N. Casson, in Maclean’s, I’ve read and read again; Alas, can no one help me with my problem and my pain— Why won’t my salary last out till payday comes again?
Good Times Are Returning—Hopeful sign of recovery: One of Detroit’s exclusive businessmen’s clubs recently blackballed an applicant.—Wichita (Kan.) Beacon. Club Life in England—What will happen to you in the next war? Join the Escape Club.
To Be Continued—“What did your wife say about your being out so late?” "Ask me next week, when she gets through.”—Farm and Ranch Review. No Foolin’—One night a salesman was stopping at the home of a bachelor farmer. Stretched out in front of the fireplace were an old cat and three kittens.
They said—and oh, the bitter shame was hers, that by gone day— “She puts upon her back, my dears, each penny of his pay!” ’Twas barefaced spending so they said, though even her poor face Emerged from flounce and feather in a yard of thick, black lace! And now, alas, alack, what do the scandalmongers say, When her economical daughter’s gone complete the other way?