MOST CANADIANS who live within reach of a movie theatre have seen “It Happened One Night.” The picture, starring Claudette Colbert and Clark Gable, not only won the screen award for the best film of the year, but broke box office records all over this continent.
SO FAR as government in Canada is concerned, until recently a magazine editor could write an editorial chiding the ministry for its inaction without the slightest fear that during the four or five weeks which elapsed before the piece was in his readers’ hands the Government would confound him by actually doing something.
REVISION of the British North America Act would present little trouble were it proceeded with in the spirit shown by the Canadian people in coming to the aid of their fellows in the distressed drought areas of Saskatchewan. Since 1932, the Saskatchewan Voluntary Rural Relief Committee has received 981 carloads of donated supplies.
VANCOUVER recently opened a new City Hall. It cost $1,500,000 and the building is worthy of a beautiful city. During a week-end, 30,000 people inspected it. Among them were so-called “souvenir hunters” who stole everything that wasn’t nailed down.
A new movie serial featuring one of the most amusing groups of people you've ever met on or off the screen
SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS
RAIN DRIBBLED from the well-rubbered figure of the young man on the dock and plashed into a lake the color of cold lead. With a patient gesture he raised his line to examine the undisturbed worm. He lowered it in another spot with an expression denoting resignation rather than expectancy.
THE OTHER DAY we held a debate in Parliament on Empire migration. The House was almost empty, and those of us who desired to speak had no trouble catching Mr. Speaker’s eye. At seven o’clock that evening the debate ended and Mr. Eden rose to make a statement on Spain.
Tailor-detective Treadgold wrestles with the case of the man in the suit that didn’t fit
CHIEF INSPECTOR MANDERTON of Scotland Yard had sent for Horace Bowl Treadgold and, as my old friend H.B. likes nothing better than an audience when indulging his bent for crime investigation, he had invited me to go along. Looking more like an ambassador than a tailor, tall and silver-haired, in the sober black of his business hours and with neatly rolled umbrella, he was waiting for me under the Georgian portico of Bowl, Treadgold & Flack when I reached Savile Row.
SOMETHING strange has happened to Parliament. A donnybrook for five sessions, it suddenly has become as peaceful as a pastoral summer evening, our legislators dripping good will. Where barbed shafts and rude ejaculations were once as thick as snowflakes, there are now only dulcet tones and an overwhelming politeness.
The Danes have learned how to help themselves — Result: Prosperity — Reasons: Education, Co-operation
IN THESE DAYS, when all the great countries of the world are rumbling and mumbling over the problem of economic security, it is refreshing to find a country or two where a solution to that vital problem has been attempted with courage, determination and, above all, with horse sense.
Moral: If you’re fishing for a man don’t pretend that you like to fish for fish
THE BALLROOM, a ballroom no longer, had become a theatre given over to a benefit performance. The hotel guests, from being mere hotel guests, had jelled into an audience. And Jill Cummings herself who might, as just another pretty girl, be seen at any hour on the tennis courts, on the links, dancing upon this very floor, had emerged as something reminiscent of the theatre.
Hockey too rough? Nonsense, says this writer; if there’s anything the matter with the game, it’s become too refined
AMONG OTHER cockeyed suggestions which have been offered governors of the National Hockey League so far this season, free of charge, is the one that players be fined instead of being ruled off for rough play. The sponsor of this idea is one of that growing band of fans who claim to be appalled at what is happening to hockey, and who predict a natural death for the game if it isn’t immediately given some kind of a shot with the well-known needle.
A Japanese "floating cannery" has been operating off the B. C. coast—"It’s a menace," say many British Columbians
P. W. LUCE
BRITISH COLUMBIA may be facing another Yellow Peril, economic rather than physical this time. The Japanese are said to be fishing for a foothold in the great salmon industry of the Pacific Coast. If the most pessimistic prophecies as to their intentions should prove to be well founded, the outlook for the future prosperity of cannery men and fishermen is drab indeed.
A weirdly dramatic story of a man who wouldn't stay dead and the girl who convinced him that life belongs to the living
ELISABETH SANXAY HOLDING
WHEN AGNES had finished the dishes, she ran up the three flights of stairs to her room. It made her out of breath to run; there was a blazing color in her thin cheeks, but she didn’t care. Matt would be waiting for her, and she was in a hurry. She put on her white raincoat and an old black hat, and ran down the stairs again.
FORTY-SEVEN years ago a McGill sophomore got fed up with mathematics. He decided to switch to classics. What he wanted was to follow in his father’s footsteps. His father was a country doctor in Knowlton, Brome County, Quebec. Kindly Dr. Johnston, for years Dean of Arts at McGill, intervened.
The amazing story of the insurance man who took a holiday to lead a revolution
AUSTIN F. CROSS
HERE IS the story of the Montreal insurance man who looked over at St. James Cathedral out of his office window and planned to kill the President of Venezuela. Because this Montreal man has a price on his head, his name cannot be used, but we can call him Senor, which disguises him nicely.
LONDON was the gayest, brightest and most interesting place in the world at the beginning of the third week in June, 1902. Every one of the famous thoroughfares was festooned and beflagged as never before. Triumphal arches were seen almost on every hand, and dense masses of people of all nationalities moved slowly up and down the principal streets, bringing traffic practically to a standstill.
REMBRANDT,” the Alexander Korda film starring Charles Laughton, is a distinguished, beautiful and scrupulously honest picture. Alexander Korda has given us, with great magnificence and detail, the background of a great man. And Charles Laughton, who knows more than most people about the feelings of an artist, has given us the great man himself.
Here are some examples of how machines have gradually ousted labor: One factory produces about 600,000 pairs of shoes a day. There is a machine which produces 2,500 cigarettes a minute. There is a mill, tended by one man, which turns out 3,000 barrels of flour a day.
1. Once a small pocket; now a pendant. 5. Capital of the Medes in the time of Darius I. 8. Enquire. 11. The sun god. 13. Large deer. (Cervus Canadiensis.) 14. An impost for revenue. 15. More haughty. 16. “Homo Sapiens,” the poor sap! 17. Drinking vessel.
IF THERE’S anything in this business of phrenology, then I think I can make one slight contribution to the subject. It’s this: Winter nights seem to provide the most favorable conditions for full development of the bump of hospitality. And I didn’t have to be so very bright to discover that either.
THE TERM “Air Conditioning,” like charity, covers a multitude of sins. With some manufacturers of heating equipment, humidifiers, ventilating machinery and even electric fans making glib misuse of the words “air conditioning,” and also claims not always borne out by performance, it is essential that the buying public should obtain a clearer idea what air conditioning really is.
Pleasant Dream—The whole program was so delightful that the audience seemed to be half asleep.—Toronto Star. Credit Avenue—This country would be in better condition if there were not so many mortgaged motor cars parked by rented houses on paved highways built on credit.—Welland-Port Colborne Tribune.
Natives of the far North now enjoy the comic supplements.—Traveller’s report. The news from the Arctic is cheering. Its sons and its daughters at last To modern culture are veering. Their era of darkness is past! To spend their long evenings in study No longer they scorn and refuse.
No Need to Worry—A desperate-looking man entered a railway carriage wherein a lady and her young daughter were. Feeling alarmed the lady tried to get the man to leave the carriage by saying: “I think it is only fair to tell you, sir, that my little girl has scarlet fever.”
SAM SIMPLE was sent to the post office to buy some stamps. By the time he arrived he had forgotten his mother’s instructions. “I do remember,” he said to the clerk at the stamp window, “that mother wanted me to buy some ones and twos and threes.
A WEEK or two ago, the jail at Fort Frances, Ontario, was empty for the first time since it was built. The Times of that town reported that such circumstances made it hard for the jailer and the warden because the one had to scrub his own floors and the other had to wash his own dishes.