AT THE conclusion of his trans-Canada tour as adjudicator in the regional dramatic festivals this past spring, we met Malcolm Morley. He looked rather depressed. Under pressure he confessed that he was rather depressed. Further worming revealed the reason.
THE FIRST symbol drawn or carved by the earliest inhabitants of this planet was a circle. It represented the Sun, the Giver of Life. Mankind has been running in circles ever since. Dominion Day is an occasion on which to contemplate some of our own circles.
ON THE NIGHT of January 10, the Mall Theatre contributed a sensation to theatrical history. Ten minutes after the opening of the third act of the play—just past its 300th performance—the curtain was suddenly rung down. The manager appeared in front of it, and informed the packed house that, owing to the serious illness of Sir John Furnival during the interval, it would be impossible to continue the performance.
A Canadian businessman records his impressions of the Nazi Reich
B. W. KEIGHTLEY
IT’S FAIR TIME, 1935, in Leipzig, and from all over Germany, other European countries, Great Britain and even North America, buyers to the tune of 80,000 are gathered in this old-new South German town to see what the manufacturing skill of Germany has produced during the last year.
A male Dorothy Dix experiments with advice to the lovelorn
OLD HORSEFACE, the managing editor, looking as if he had just swallowed an overdose of castor oil, glowered up at me across his desk. He was in his shirtsleeves, and perspiration glimmered on his bald head, dripped down his sagging cheeks.
A dramatic story of the elemental conflict between man and the sea
FLAKES OF CLOUD flew across the sky as if shot out of a cannon’s mouth. The ocean looked like whirling snow drifting into huge banks. A South Sea hurricane was loose and on the run. Like a lunatic with a naked knife, it slashed at anything that stood in its way.
THESE NOTES must begin with a confession. It is that at this moment those who are backstage at Ottawa know little more about what is happening, or about what should happen, or about what is going to happen, than those who are front-stage. Not in thirty years have pre-election trumpets sounded so uncertainly, or has there been as much doubt about who shall go forward to battle, or under whom, or about what.
THE STORY: Having jailed to borrow money in London for the building of a railroad from Montreal to the Pacific coast, Premier Sir John A. Macdonald persuades a group of Canadian business men to finance the road. In Yale, B.C., to which point the railroad has been constructed from the West Coast, a gambler named Bulldog Kelly stages a card duel with another Kelly, better known as The Rake.
DOES CANADA’S 400th birthday fall on August 13 of this year? It does if we date our national age from the day when the name of our country was first heard by a white man. This day in August will be the 400th anniversary of the day on which the Indians gave us a word that has become the name for our country.
A quick glimpse of what the graduates of Canadian baseball are doing on the big time
THE MAN on the toughest spot in baseball today is a Canadian. He is George Selkirk and he was born in Huntsville, Ontario, on November 6, 1911. All George has to do is make the few hundred thousand New York fans forget Babe Ruth, the greatest figure the game has ever known.
A Yukoner recalls the days of fabulous finds, gold-dust millionaires and dance-hall prima donnas
AFTER MY arrival in Dawson City my first duty was to investigate the affairs of the Trading & Exploring Company, acting under my power of attorney. I called on the general manager, James Beasley, and arranged to discuss business matters with him next day.
Efforts Are Being Made to Stop Soil-blowing by Means of Seeds From Far-off Places
NEW PLANTS to check drought and dust have been brought to North America from Russia and Turkestan by representatives of the United States Department of Agriculture and are now being studied at experimental stations, according to S. R. Winters, in the Literary Digest.
IN BROOKLYN, police dogs have proved of real value in preventing burglaries, states the New York Herald-Tribune. They’ve been so successful in preventing burglaries in Flatbush that you never hear about them any more. The homes here are the easiest in the city to rob.
In Fifteen Countries This Ancient and Horrible Trade is Still Being Carried on
THE AMAZING extent to which the slave trade is carried on today is exposed by Ignatius Phayre in Current History. He states: It was not so long ago that this writer stood in the glaring mud-walled market place in Morocco, and with his own eyes saw men, women and children both black and white (Moors) auctioned off like cattle.
BASED ON the Jack London story, this picture presents a maximum of action, a modicum of romance, plenty of fine scenery which doesn’t get in the way of the story, a wonder dog, and a new brand of villain. In other words, it’s sound entertainment.
The Scoundrel.—Noel Coward in a Hecht-MacArthur picture. The season's wittiest, strangest and most impressive picture. Recommended for adults. The Bride of Frankenstein—Frankenstein and his co-scientist decide to make a lady monster to match the original monster and have the two meet each other.
EASY does it. I don’t mean that you should sit down and do nothing, or be too happy-go-lucky in your house-keeping. I merely suggest that you adjust your programme to suit the weather. A temperature of ninety in the shade or thereabout calls for good management.
Becoming Civilized—In an Indian election, it is stated, only 300 voted out of a population of 6,000. Gradually, the redskins are learning the white man’s ways.—Sudbury Star. No Brakes—“Ah, dear me, things aren’t what they used to be,” sighed Grannie, discussing the younger generation.
Poor Old Man—Little Richard: “Mother, may I have a nickel for the old man who is crying outside?” Mother: “Yes, dear, but what is the old man crying about?” Richard: “He’s crying ‘Peanuts, five cents a bag’.”—Galt Reporter. The Glutton—The traveller, arriving late at his destination, had to be content with cold chicken for his evening meal.
When I am eating out, I like A jolly, noisy bunch— I need the camouflage, because I love to crunch. Crisp toast, raw salad, salted nuts, All brittle things that scrunch— Hard candy, apples, gingersnaps, I love to crunch. (Don’t put me near the microphone When visiting lions lunch— The listening world will only hear I love to crunch.)
Everlasting — The mistress asked her maid what she thought of the electric fire and the electric cooker. "They’re real wonderful, mum,” the girl replied. “They’ve neither of them gone out since I came here three weeks ago.”—Fort William Times-Journal.
THE BIGGEST Dominion Day cracker ever exploded will be let off at Niagara Falls this First of July. Honeymoon Point, from which countless thousands of starry-eyed couples have gazed at the Falls from the Canadian side, is to be blasted away.