IT’S going A to FRIGHTFUL no end of trouble thing in to assembling confess, but the after contents of this issue, we just don’t seem to care what happens to it. We don’t care what happens to anything. We’re laid low with the flu. You’d think that in this age of scien tific achievement, somebody ought to be able to stop us sneezing.
AS THIS issue of Maclean's goes to press, the railway workers of Canada are voting on their union leaders’ proposal of a strike to enforce a restoration of the basic wage rates established before waning traffic necessitated reductions.
A SMALL FARMER in Alberta writes us this letter: “The Albertans are a very patient people. About fifteen years ago we elected a U. F. A. Government. We expected great things from them. We kept them in power for nearly fourteen years. Finally we lost faith in their ability.
Presenting Captain Buntner, Holy Mackerel Buntner, in a bout with Cape Stiff, a dilemma and a mutinous crew
NAMES ARE fascinating things to speculate upon; they shouldn’t ever be taken for granted. The names of places, the names of things, the names of men. Given some proper key, a name will betray hidden sources of race, of character, the subtle spring to human conduct.
FOR EXAMPLE, you are a boy or a girl in your late ’teens or early twenties. You are through school, and you are not going to college. You are ambitious. You want to get on in the world, and you have sufficient intelligence to understand that in this world nobody gets on very far without expert knowledge of some sort.
"The Fathers ruled wisely in 1867 but they were not wise enough to rule from their graves in 1937"
M. GRATTAN O’LEARY
WHAT’S THIS constitutional headache Canada suffers from? Like Mark Twain’s weather, everybody talks about it, but nobody tells where, how or why it hurts, or what can or should be done about it. To Dominion politicians, the B. N. A. Act (our constitution) is Public Enemy No. 1. They say it stifles reform.
Tense, reckless, wild, all the Ostranders were that way — Which is why this is such a tensely dramatic love story
DAD SAID to ride Jacob, the two-year-old, and leave Matthew in his stall because Matthew was a little off his feed. And so I didn’t have much chance to do any thinking during those three fast miles separating our white stone house from the twentyacre tract where Uncle Bill had made over the rambling barn into what he called his duplex studio.
IN MY London Letter I try to deal with events and personalities as they move into the limelight, but every now and then it is necessary to call attention to someone for future reference. Therefore I want to introduce you to my colleague in the House of Commons, Sir Stafford Cripps —the bad boy of British politics.
A story by a master craftsman which is as vital and sensitive as life itself
THE VERY WEEK I was given a good position in the broker’s office I moved into a fine new apartment and wrote to my father and mother Windsor, whom I hadn’t seen in five years, beggmg them to come to New York to see me. At the station I saw them coming up the iron stairs the trains very slowly.
He was a fugitive from disaster; she, a golden voice singing in the morning— This, the moving story of their love
LOUIS ARTHUR CUNNINGHAM
IN THE dream world where Michel Caron struggled, the sound of the bells was like a tide engulfing him, and he fought against it into wakefulness and still the waves rolled all about him. He swam on a sea of sound. He blinked his eyes, stretched wearily in the great feather bed and flung an arm across his forehead.
Living in the midst of harassed Western farmers, Hutterite co-operative colonies, shunning national responsibility, enjoy peace and prosperity
WESTERN CANADA is not all droughtand debt-ridden. While hundreds of thousands are destitute and on relief, and Ottawa sees a national emergency in the three prairie provinces, there are some Western farmers, rich in money, land and cattle, to whom debts and relief are unknown.
Trial by fire, flood and storm—humorous episodes and tragic ones—they’re all in the day’s work for a trouble-shooter
I AM a wire chief. My job is “to maintain clear and uninterrupted communications, and when failures occur, to ascertain their cause and lotion, And to direct the expeditious repair thereof.” A telegraph wire chief works everlastinly under the pressure of haste.
It's colossal, it's stupendous, it’s supercreational, it's . . . you've guessed it—They're making a movie
SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS
The Story: Kelsey Hare, architect, goes to the country for a rest, and there he meets Martin Holmes, unsuccessful author, who lives with a stupid retainer named Glunk on his own run-down estate. Under the pseudonym of Templeton Sayles, Holmes has entered a novel called “Love Without Sin" in a contest conducted by Purity Pictures, Inc., and it has been returned.
IF YOU ARE a user of one of the 700.000 Bell telephones in Ontario and Quebec, you should know of Charles Fleetford Sise, president of The Bell Telephone Company of Canada. Thirty million telephones can be connected with the one in your office or home.
MOST OF YOU who saw the picture, “Mutiny on the Bounty,” must have said to yourselves something like this: “Well, thank heaven, a thing like that can’t happen now.” I am here to tell you that the horrible scene in the open boat did rehappen, in 1923, and if I cover the waterfront for another 100 years, I hope that never again will I hear so pitiful a story.
EASTERN Canadian businessmen and economists take a passing look at Western Canada, shake their heads and exclaim: “There’s too much government in Canada. Nine provinces for a population of ten millions—absurd! It is the cost of government that has burdened us with debt.”
THIS IS Garbo’s picture and a beautiful one. Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer have supplied a handsome production, and a line assisting company, but it is Garbo, fragile but dominant, who gives the picture freshness and power. The part of Marguerite is probably the most famous invalid role of all time.
CARRYING the guarantee that it will last as long as you own your car, a “lifetime” automobile battery is being introduced. The secret of its claim to long life is a mat of spun glass that protects each positive plate. Adopting a principle that has been used in giant electric power plants of submarines, locomotives, dreadnoughts, traction motors and industrial plants for fifteen years, the flexible web of porous glass sheathes the plate and prevents tiny particles of lead from dropping away.
The bite of a nonpoisonous snake will show four rows of small, sharp, even teeth, and a series of shallow and bleeding marks over the entire wound. These can be treated like the bite of any other small animal, that is, by being cleaned, disinfected and kept lightly bandaged till healed.
ACCORDING to official records, the youngest Canadian soldier to see active service in France was W. H. H. Hutchinson, of Vancouver. On June 23, 1916, he enlisted as a bugler at the age of twelve years. Struck off the roll because he was under age, he nevertheless proceeded to England with the battalion as a stowaway.
Miss Alice A. Chown appears to be under the impression that Canada is unarmed and, consequently, undefended. May I respectfully suggest that Canada should realize that she would be “gobbled up” in one minute were she not defended by, first, the Monroe Doctrine, but chiefly by the wealth, power and might of Great Britain and Great Britain’s armaments.
Across 1. Correct name for Canadian buffalo. 6. Noisy quarrel. 9. To carry into effect a plan or an order. 10. Remember the Rainbow and the -? If not, the lady wept incessantly in Greek mythology. 11. Ancient enemies--, But war, we hope, has lost its charm.
A reply to Francis Dickie's "We’re Murdering the Forest"
A. W. COOPER
APPARENTLY Mr. Francis Dickie wrote "We’re Murdering the Forest” with the praiseworthy intent of calling attention to what he regards as a public calamity. While some of the things he says may profitably be emphasized again and again, I feel that, however unintentional, the article is in some respects unfair and misleading.
IT’S A GOOD housekeeper who knows how to do her job backward. Anybody can take a recipe from the file, order the supplies needed and set about diligently following directions. But it’s another problem to be confronted with a miscellaneous assortment of ingredients and the necessity of serving them a second time in some appetizing form.
Plenty to Eat, Anyway The most unsuccessful dance of the season was held in the Parish Hall last Thursday. At the time of refreshments twenty-two sat down and this included the orchestra. Large quantities were served, coffee and biscuits in abundance. — Ontario weekly newspaper.
Lost Opportunity—Harris: “What kind of a fellow is Willis Elliott?” Clarence: “Well, the other night the lights went out in his girl’s parlor and he spent the rest of the evening tinkering with the fuses.”—Edmonton Bulletin. The Wrong Bell—While dressing, a man staying in a hotel wished to summon the chambermaid.
A RETIRED Vancouver real estate man insists that, incredible as it may seem, t his is a true story of a recent experience he had on the occasion of his first visit to London (England). Directly after he and his wife were settled in their hotel they decided to get about their main business—sightseeing.