THE KING GOVERNMENT deserves commendation for the good start it has made in the matter of cutting the absurdly high running costs of the country. Reduction in the number of cabinet posts, the combining of departments, the abolition of harbor commissions, the closing of a number of unnecessary customs ports, refusal to proceed with public works not warranted in these times, and an endeavor to balance the national budget represent a real accomplishment.
Mystery at sea—a woman who wouldn’t talk and a man who talked too much
THE WILDSTONE, outward bound from Georgetown, dropped Demerara Lightship astern well after dark. It was about this time that Shevran first saw the girl. She did not take his breath away—he was not the breathless type—but he was aware of a subtle inner warmth curling up pleasurably in his breast.
A Staff Officer's Revelation: The Traqedu of Passchendaele
"Currie," said Haig," do you realize this is insubordination?" The Canadian Commander knew. But he refused to sacrifice his Corps unnecessarily. Here is the story of what led up to one of the most dramatic episodes of the World War; the story of the French mutiny; of the desperate effort of British troops; of 400,000 British casualties in a cesspool of hell. Colonel Bovey was a staff officer with the Canadian G.H.Q. He knows what the late General Sir Arthur Currie went through.
THE WORLD is filled with rumors of war. The great powers of today are feverishly adding to their armaments just as they were before 1914. Intelligent men are working just as such men were working before 1914 to avert calamity, but unfortunately most people are not intelligent and, still more unfortunately, much intelligence is being applied in the wrong direction.
In which a graduate of jiu jitsu, applied psychology, Diesel engineering and private "detecting" concocts a romantic comedy
JOHN REID BYERS
MR. EDWARD B. WENTWORTH, Pittock Block, Montreal, P.Q. Dear Mr. Wentworth: After thinking it over on my way here, I have decided that I ought to tell you that I am not really a professional private detective. That is. I’ve never had a chance to work at it before; though as I will explain, my qualifications and equipment for such work are probably a lot better than those of most professional detectives you could have hired.
IT IS AN unsophisticated House. New Members, their first session an adventure, are not yet disillusioned. Various young crusaders, heaven-kissing from the mountaintops, want things done; demand committees on the League of Nations, on international affairs, on this abstract thing and that.
A thrilling Arctic episode from the life of Canada’s Deputy Minister of Mines
THERE IS always a peculiar interest in revisiting the scenes of one's youth, particularly when those scenes are associated with incidentsof such a nature, whether tragic or amusing, that they cannot be forgotten. My last summer’s flight of some 4,000 miles through Northwestern Canada was of extraordinary interest just because it brought back to me a number of such incidents which remained vividly in my memory in spite of a lapse of about thirty-five years since they, had happened; incidents that had occurred in the course of some three years travel by canoe and on snowshoes over a route that recently took me only ten days to cover by airplane.
Pop Lane, crack "hogger" of the T. C. & W., demonstrates that it’s men, not machines, which matter most
THE LIMITED'S ENGINE, at first a tiny dot beneath her smoke trail, grew like a black smoke bubble blown from a black, inverted, wavystemmed pipe. When she was still of Lilliputian proportions a plume of steam waved suddenly backward from her, followed by a whistle blast ending in that peculiar drawling note which identified the hand of Veteran Engineer Pop Lane to every division employee.
THIS is the story of Ben Kennedy alias Jack Myers, alias Bart McKenzie, a highwayman, forger, thief and murderer, who eluded the police of the United States and Canada for years, and was finally captured by members of the Provincial Constabulary of British Columbia.
To Mr. Johnson, of Guelph, has been entrusted the task of sweeping the whiskers out of America's Temple of Musical Art
G. H. LASH
TO EDWARD JOHNSON, erstwhile tenor of Guelph Ontario, has been entrusted the delicate task of sweeping the whiskers out of America's Temple of Musical Art. In the parlance of the populace, it is some job. Among many things, he must modernize the presentation of opera without offending the susceptibilities of those who cling to tradition.
In which a captive humbles a captor, a dictator shows his claws and a woman pierces the mystery enshrouding a magnificent inheritance
The story: After forty years of adventuring in both Americas, John Warde lies ill in the bedroom of his San Francisco home. A handsome fellow dressed like a tramp calls and demands to see him on urgent business. While waiting, the stranger plays a haunting gypsy song on the piano.
THE PUBLICATION some months ago of a new biography of Rt. Hon. W. L. Mackenzie King brought to mind once again Mr. King's early turning to literature, a result of natural aptitude and a notable family tradition. His grandfather on his mother’s side, William Lyon Mackenzie, was, in conjunction with an active political career, an able, influential and fearless newspaper publisher, while his other grandfather, likewise a journalist, devoted his attention almost exclusively to military engineering.
CONCLUSION WHILE the bank which for several generations bore the name of Molsons was not chartered until 1855, the Molson family had been bankers many years before. The Bank of Montreal commenced business in 1817, and while the founder of the Molson family was not among its first directors, he was in 1319 a member of the larger board of the “Savings Bank,” which had its offices in the same building as the Bank of Montreal and was virtually a part of the same organization.
THIS DEPARTMENT has always been able to keep its head about Jessie Matthews, being put off by her tendency to roll her eyes at times and bounce. But it must be admitted she makes a very attractive boy, reminding one occasionally of the hero in “Ah, Wilderness,” who had such trouble with drink and morals.
THIS ISSUE of Maclean's Magazine celebrates the Twenty-fifth Anniversary of its adoption of that name. March, 1936, is the month of its Silver Jubilee. But the publication from which it sprang dates back more than forty years. It was in 1895 that the J. S. Robertson Company started a monthly devoted to business affairs and called Business.
MARCH, 1911---the month in which Maclean's was born. Here is a summary of what was going on in the world then: March 1 Hon. Clifford Sifton, former Minister of the Interior in the Laurier Government, and owner of the Manitoba Free Press, bolts the Liberal Party because of his opposition to Laurier’s Reciprocity Pact with the United States.
IN MY MIND there is no doubt that the most significant development in Canada in the past twenty-five years is the development of her national consciousness. With the defeat of the Laurier Government in 1911 on the issue of reciprocity with the United States she showed her fear of foreign domination, her will to develop in her own way.
THE BIG CHANGE in Canada in the last twenty five years, as I see it, is in the spirit and the attitude of the people. A generation ago we all had an "inferiority complex." We didn't know that that was the name for it, but we had it. At the very word “annexation,” we ran and hid our heads under the bedclothes. When Taft called us “an adjunct of the United States.” we made speeches about it all summer.
THERE IS a feeling in the country that the last twenty-five years have meant a good deal to prose and verse, and I must confess that up until a few hours ago, when I started thinking about writing this piece, I agreed with that prevalent opinion.
SOME OMELETS I've known deserve poetic phrases, while others receive full justice from the dictionary's description: "Eggs beaten up with milk or water and fried.” So let’s begin by admitting that anyone can make a perfect omelet, but doubtless everybody doesn’t.
Everyone is Willing—The world is full of willing people, some willing to work and the rest willing to let them.—Tillsonburg News. A Good Trick—The girl put her head against his chest, holding him at arm's length, and looked him straight in the eyes— Nash’s Magazine.
The joy fu’ Sprigg is here, by dear, O, led us then away! She cries a truce on drab roudine— Proclaims high holiday! For I’ve a dreadfu’ co’d, I fear, And so hab you, as I can hear, To bustard baths and bed, by dear, O led us then away!
Good Business—The customer gazed pensively at the barber. Something about him seemed rather odd. “I say,” he said at last, “isn’t it unusual to see a barber with long hair and whiskers like yours?” The barber nodded. “Yes,” he replied. “But it’s good business.
FIVE TIMES since 1930 has the Edmonton Fire Department won the "Award of Merit" for fire nrotection and prevention work. Late in January, departmental heads expanded and chests puffed over the announcement by the International Fire Protection Association that in addition to clicking for their fifth Merit Award, Edmonton’s smoke-eaters had secured top ranking marks for prevention work in a Canada-wide competition.