UP TO A few days ago we were feeling quite well disposed toward 1935. It seemed to us that it might be not a bad sort of year. In fact we were all set to make an unusually bright entrance to this volume, calling cheery Happy New Years to everyone in hailing distance (even to the men who have been widening University Avenue by chopping down lovely old trees), and spreading generally an air of blithesome buoyancy.
WHEN STEPHEN DEERING arrived at his brother's brand-new town house, he thought that really Mac was doing himself rather well. It was a smart house just off the park. A neat maid let him in and showed him to a bedroom on the second floor. Mr. and Mrs. Deering, she said, had left instructions that he was to make himself at home.
WE HAD BEEN at sea three weeks before we reached Pitcairn, that small island in the South Pacific remote from the rest of the world. They were glorious weeks of easy sailing as, pushed along by favorable trade winds, we cut through the renowned Pacific swells.
THE POTENTIAL importance of this country is beyond all computation, and its power to realize its possibilities of greatness is latent in the hearts and wills of its citizens. As a constant and sympatheticvisitor—a son-in-law of the country—for very many years, and since then as a resident for other years, one may claim to have watched with eager interest the developments of the last quarter of a century, during which this country has passed from the Dominion mind to national consciousness.
NOW, OF COURSE, Clam is by no means his real name. His mother, who was always a romanticsort of a dame with a yen for poetry and such, goes into a huddle with herself to pick out a flossy tag for him and gets him christened Shelley Keats, no less; so the kids at school, after experimenting round with Hardshell and Skeets and the like, finally label him Clam— short for Clamshell.
J. W. McLaren MR. THOMAS LANGTON CHURCH, K.C., is the man who made Trawnta famous. He is also the man who always used to walk across the football field just before the game was commenced. He first appeared in public life as a school trustee thirtyfive years ago, and later was mayor of Toronto seven times in a row, which seemed to serve the city right.
DURING the next twenty years, the public may confidently look forward to increasing accuracy and precision in the regular weather forecasts for thirtysix hours ahead. For example, the Western farmer will not need to be satisfied with the general forecast, “scattered showers over the three prairie provinces.”
AFTER THE LAPSE of some years I find myself in a position to make public certain remarkable information about the Ferguson case. I can still see John Ferguson as he was on the night after his trial, huddled in an armchair in my room, his eyes blazing out of his white face, his long hands grotesquely gesticulating as he emphasized some point with, “I tell you, I’m giving you the thing just as it happened.”
WHEN I SIGNED to play hockey for Ottawa at the beginning of the 1918-19 season I was mad clear through and thirsting for revenge. Revenge on Canadiens. Revenge on George Kennedy, figure it out for yourself. I wanted to play hockey in Montreal.
THAT WAS the aphorism Private “Windbag” Bristow flung, apropos of nothing at all, into the Sunday evening calm of the canteen. Most of those present affected deafness and bent more closely over their letters and draughts boards. But a newcomer to the West Rangershires who hadn’t as yet grasped how Windbag had earned his nickname, was rash enough to remark that most of the colonels of his acquaintance hadn’t been such bad old tripehounds—not for colonels, he meant to say.
A FEW WEEKS ago, we attended an important convention of United States businessmen. They had come from all parts of the republic, and throughout long sessions they sat in the keenest attentiveness, and some doubt, while N.R.A. officials and others explained what new measures of reconstruction are likely to be brought into being during 1935.
CORPORAL NORTHUP made her sit down in Craig’s chair, and drew up another for himself. Patricia was white and shaky, but valiantly she held herself together and forced herself not to look at those sinister stains. “Last night,” Northup said, speaking straight from the shoulder, “while Sam was down at the Den and Poleon was with you, those Chiwaughimis had their chance at Craig. They got into this cabin by jimmying that north window over there.
HE IS PRESIDENT of Mackenzie Air Service, Ltd., flying into the Northwest Territories and the Yukon. Walk into his office in Edmonton and you will encounter a man of the aggressive, clean-cut type that one has come to associate with a hard-driving business world.
DROUGHT is not new, either in China or Southern Saskatchewan or any other great agricultural area of the world, as authentic records reveal. “There followed then the years of dwindling precipitation; five years of subnormal rainfall. . .
THE SCREEN VERSION of Sinclair Lewis’s novel does things to the original which will probably cause Mr. Lewis a good deal of indignation and surprise; that is unless, like a sensible author, he washed his hands of it completely once he had sold it up the river.
Not Possible For Air Attack To Destroy Great Centres In Next War, Claims Writer
FOR SOME TIME we have been told that in the next war cities and even nations will be wiped out by a deluge of bombs and poison gas delivered from the air. Now, in The Forum, John Edwin Hogg claims that such statements are largely unsupported; that defense against enemy aircraft has been developed even further than have the aircraft.
Sinister Whispering Campaigns Are Carried on by Organized Rumormongers
THE SINISTER power of rumor has long been recognized, but it is only recently that rumor spreading has become a regular business. Regarding this latest development in the field of commerce, The Reader’s Digest reprints an article from the New York World-Telegram.
THE FOLLOWING eloquent plea for peace, though the title might indicate otherwise, was written by Sam D. Craig and appeared recently in The Victoria (B. C.) Times: LET THERE BE WAR (In a monster petition presented to the League of Nations 8,000,000 people in fifty-five countries demanded peace.—Vide Press.)
In the article "Primitive Church,” by F. Flanders, Halifax, his statements are almost correct but not quite. He states that St. George’s church followed the English Church rules of doctrine and appointed their elders and vestry. This is a statement with which I must disagree.
TELESCOPE” spectacles, which improve the vision of nearly blind people 250 per cent, have been successfully demonstrated in Montreal lately by their inventor, Dr. William Feinbloom, of the Columbia University Research Bureau, New York.
THIS REALLY is an advertising page. The space is worth a great deal of money. We could pardon you for wondering why, when we have the entire editorial section to roam around in, we occupy an expensive place like this. The reason is rather odd.
I plan a garden, row on row, With every flower and fruit I know. And simply pine to weed and hoe— When snow is blowing! I do so long to ski and skate, And joyously shed surplus weight. For snow and ice I scarce can wait— When streams are flowing! Why must my mind thus agonize, And quite refuse to synchronize With pleasures that the day supplies?—
It’s a Gift—Only a strong-minded woman can preserve fruit and her temper simultaneously.—Ottawa Journal. Entertainment Tip—"The clairvoyant is always an attraction at a fête,” says a writer. "Heavily disguised, the manager of the local bank will surprise everybody with his accurate fortune telling.”—WellandPort Colborne Tribune.
A Mean Appearance Customer: “I don’t like the looks of that haddock.” Grocer: “Well, madam, if it’s looks you’re after, why don’t you try goldfish?”— Ottawa Citizen. No Wonder They Cheered—“Who are those people who are cheering?” asked the recruit as the soldiers marched to the train.