IF THROUGH your letter-box you are getting unsolicited literature from self-styled “Investment Bankers,” “Investment Counsellors” or “brokers” with high-sounding names, all of them unknown to you, and you wonder how they got your name, the probability is that you are on somebody’s “sucker list.”
BECAUSE Madearis published an article in which a former school principal severely criticized the woman schoolteacher, we have received a number of indignant protests and, from one school organization, a threat of boycott. There are other readers who realize that publication of the article, and of replies to it, has done much to focus public interest upon teachers, both male and female, and also upon the conditions under which they must work.
Presenting Chuck Land, Human Comet, in a daredevil drama of the skies —With Sally Martin, level-headed groundling
TWO HAMBURGERS; no onion.” Chuck Land straddled the counter stool, and grinned at the sober-eyed girl beside him. “Come on, Sally,” he urged lightly. “Snap out of it. Let’s get married.” Sally Martin held her head back a little, and with both hands fluffed out her short, golden-brown hair.
DIVORCES at fifty dollars each! A divorce rate that has increased fifteenfold in the past twentyfive years ! A judge declaiming that nine out of ten people who seek divorces are perjurers ! That’s the situation that exists—not in Reno, Russia or Mexico, but in Canada.
BY THE TIME this reaches print, Mr. King will have told Parliament how he abolished one monarch and created another by an orderin-council, and Mr. Bennett will have made up for his misfortune of being in Africa when the Empire was in crisis.
Said Captain Partridge: A wireless operator is no sailor —But that was before the "Wendover" and her crew faced the ultimate challenge of the sea
THE SEAS were higher than they had been the day before; there was a fiercer, more menacing note in the wind howling past; the squalls were more frequent. Even Captain Partridge, clinging to the bridge rail, peering over the canvas dodger, had had to acknowledge to himself that conditions were bad.
No strikes! Security for the worker! Bonuses for the employee, profits for the management!—How a great smelter has solved an age-old industrial problem
JAMES McCREDIE BROWN
AN INDUSTRIAL plant where there are no strikes and no soap-box orators advocating the overthrow of the capitalist system, where the workmen are the beneficiaries of one of the most advanced industrial-relations plans in Canada—such is the Tadanac plant of The Consolidated Mining & Smelting Company of Canada, Ltd., located at Trail, B.C.
Horace Treadgold, tailor detective, untangles a scandal to unravel a murder
IT WAS OBVIOUS that Chief Inspector Manderton had come straight from the inquest to Mr. Treadgold’s to discuss the Frohawk case. The evening newspapers were scattered about the sitting room when I reached Bury Street; I could see their flaming headlines: “Wealthy Stockbroker’s Double Life,” and “Rich Man Jekyll and Hyde;” while in the Stop Press was recorded the verdict of the coroner’s jury—in the case of Frohawk, wilful murder against Leila Trent, and in the case of the girl, felo de se.
Impressions of the future King George VI who as Prince Albert was second in command of a Royal Air Force Cadet Wing—By the cadet who rode with him to London
A. L. WAINWRIGHT
I KNEW the King when he was second in command of No. 4 Squadron of the Royal Air Force Cadet Wing at Hastings, England. That was in 1918. His job was instructing and lecturing us, to make R. A. F. officers out of raw material. He was known as Captain Prince Albert.
Says this writer: The fans are fed up with defensive hockey—They want more action
G. R. ALLERTON
NARCISSUS, you may recall, was the gentleman in Greek mythology who gazed into a fountain and saw his own reflection, which was so beautiful that he fell in love with it, languished and died. Our hockey magnates are in a fair way to become modem counterparts of the lamented Narcissus.
Triumph of the "little general" — A lady in distress—And a revolution floundering in the dust
HIS SOLDIERS pressed at Joseph’s back six deep as the door was unbarred from within. When it opened, a sudden pressure from behind flung Seabold into the room. The girl had slunk back into a comer. When the crowd spilled in at her she opened her mouth and made a screaming face, but not a sound came from her throat.
AS YOU approach those advanced turns, the Christiania and the Telemark, you should do so in the confident knowledge that they operate on the same simple mechanical laws as the Stem. They are more difficult only because of the higher speed at which they are done, which demands a more practiced balance to counteract the increased outward pull of the turn.
Back to the Land and Independence at half the cost of reHef
IF THE Dutch can do it, why can’t we? If destitute Hollanders can pull themselves up by their bootstraps right here in Canada, why can’t Canadians? This question is raised by the story of twenty Dutch families now living in their own community on the Holland Marsh, south of Ontario’s Lake Simcoe.
IN THIS letter I intend to discuss the important, exasperating and fascinating question of British films. And since these letters are only justified if they are frank and well informed, I shall take you behind the scenes, not as a propagandist or an apologist but as a guide who has nothing to conceal.
AS THOUGH Marlene Dietrich weren’t beautiful enough for anybody in sepia, they have turned her out now in technicolor. And as though she hadn’t suffered enough in the past, she has been given "The Garden of Allah,” the tearfullest drama of all time, to star in.
Across Down 1. Weather is this when it rains. 3. Female of any species. 5. Toward the stem. 8. Device for washing floors. 10. Healthy. 11. Mussoliniville. 12. Ancient. 14. Stitch. 15. Misunderstanding. 16. Merely; alone. 17. Pleasing modification in the curve of the lips.
The visitor to Tibet should not be offended if the Tibetan he meets on the road sticks out his tongue at him, because this custom is the Tibetan way of saying “Pleased to meet you.” Methodist missionaries have completely evangelized the Fiji Islands.
NOT LONG ago a friend from the South asked me: “What is this curling game?” “Well,” I replied, “you take a stone or molded piece of iron weighing around sixty pounds. You curl the fingers of one hand around a handle which curls out of the stone; you curl the fingers of your other hand around a broom-handle; then you curl your back so your knees nearly touch the ice and your chin nearly touches your knees.”
FLOORS and furniture that never need to be waxed to polish them are within the realm of possibility since the discovery of a process whereby wax is absorbed deeply into the fibre of the wood instead of merely covering the surface. The first step in the “embalming” process is a chemical treatment that makes the wood permeable to the melted wax.
WHEN WE are six or thereabout, there is nothing like the thrill of giving or going to a party. Especially if the invitations are written on big red hearts and come in the mail with our own names on the envelopes. So give the kiddies a treat. Invite small daughter’s or young son’s best friends— upwards of a dozen or so—and entertain them with the fun and frolic all children love.
Uncle Tom Up to Date—They have already jazzed up the old classic for the stage with swing music, and we are expecting momentarily a thoroughly modernized version on the bookstands under the title, “Uncle Tom’s Trailer.”—Literary Digest.
Never would this one want to be An umpire or referee. To almost every good spectator The referee is a dictator. A Hitler, Stalin, Mussolini; Or, at best, a hard-boiled meany Whose never deviating plan Brings pain and anguish to the fan. From Halifax to far Vancouver All fans employ the same manoeuvre.
Testimonial—“I can’t do a thing with Jones,” said the manager. “I’ve had him in three departments, and he dozes all day.” “Put him at the pyjama counter,” suggested the proprietor, “and fasten a card on him with these words: ‘Our pyjamas are of such superior quality that even the man who sells them cannot keep awake.’ ” —Montreal Star.
A MUCH-TRAVELLED friend of Parade’s, recently returned from Europe, was snatching a bite at a lunch counter when two long lean Canadian lads came in and sat down on adjoining stools. Politely, he paid no attention to their conversation until the mention of “youth movement” caught his ear.