ONE HUNDRED YEARS ago, on June 20, 1837, at five o’clock in the morning, sleepy-eyed attendants at Kensington Palace, roused by insistent knocking at the door, admitted the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Lord Chamberlain. A few minutes later, an eighteen-year-old girl, summoned from her sleep and clad in her dressing gown, descended the stairs and entered the reception room.
Love and laughter with a hint of tears in a sparkling new story by
SHE HAD just known there was something, Jenny triumphed bitterly—something different about Al. She had known it when he had stayed in the city instead of coming home from commencement two days ago with his parents and herself. She had known it when practically all of Carthia gathered at the depot this afternoon to welcome him.
BY THE TIME this is read, the Coronation will be five or six weeks past. Through the cabled press dispatches and the B. B. C.’s broadcasts you would, on May 12th, receive a vivid impression of the great ceremony in Westminster Abbey, of the progress of the mighty procession through the streets of London.
She was goofy about horses and he was goofy about her—What else could you expect but a story?
THE GIRL was goofy, the truck driver decided. The funny thing was that she didn’t look goofy. She was as neat a job as he had seen in many a day. A streamlined brunette, with a curved red mouth and talkative eyes. Maybe she was just kidding him. “Did you say you wanted the horse in the house, miss?”
OTTAWA these days has forgotten about Ottawa. It thinks mostly of Queen’s Park. Of Mr. Mitchell Hepburn. What it thinks of Ontario’s Premier is worth recording. Ottawa, rightly or wrongly, is concerned about the possible outcome of Mr. Hepburn’s handling of the labor situation.
The amaxing story of the voyage of the Bluenose clipper "Sea Wind'
FREDERICK WILLIAM WALLACE
A WONDERFUL old lady was my grandmother, Ruth Abigail Ellis. Ten years of her married life were spent travelling around the world on the seas thereof, and she knew Honolulu and St. Helena, Singapore and San Francisco, London and Rio, almost as well as the paths of the pretty Saint John River valley where she was born.
DO YOU like dinner rolls? Perhaps you grumble at the hard crust and springy interior of those which commonly find their way to hotel and boarding house tables. If so, you have something in common with C. H. Carlisle, president of the Dominion Bank, of Great Lakes Paper Co., of Canada Bread Co., of Wellesley Hospital, holder of many other important directorships and for twenty-five years president and chief executive of Goodyear Tire and Rubber Co. of Canada.
TO UNDERSTAND the attitude of the FrenchCanadians on the question of Canadian foreign policy and the related problem of national defense, one has to go back to the South African War. That war, which broke out scarcely two years after the advent to power of the French-Canadian Laurier and his Liberals, furnished the French-Canadians with the opportunity of formulating their theories and their doctrines in respect of Imperial relations; and these theories and doctrines constituted then, and still constitute, the basis for the French-Canadian’s position in respect of Canada’s foreign policy.
AS A RULE in writing these letters I endeavor to deal with something that has happened or something which, in my opinion, is going to happen. Now and then, however, it is necessary to write on a subject which is in the throes of development because the consequences may be far-reaching, and it is interesting to record the events at the time of their occurring.
The choice was golf or college. Now Marjorie Kirkham is Canada’s first woman golf professional
IF HER FATHER had not been a semi-invalid, Marjorie Kirkham, ranking Canadian girl golf star, might never have swung a club. But Mr. Kirkham had been ordered by the doctors to keep in the open air as much as possible, and to indulge in some light form of exercise.
A STAR IS BORN,” a study of private lives in Hollywood, is one of the most humanly revealing pictures of the movie colony that the screen has ever produced. It is the story of a movie star (Janet Gaynor) and her problem of marriage and two careers—her own and her husband’s.
clothes. As for the red hair, well, he’d used the brushes in the dressing case. A hairbrush can be a telltale thing when a fellow begins to lose his hair, and that’s usually when he reaches middle life.” He sighed. "But the picture’s out of focus, George.
1. Seizes; apprehends. 5. Semiwild horse. 9. Capital of Nova Scotia. 10. Festive wreath. 11. A whitish-grey metal. 13. Twenty quires. 14. To sing like a Swiss mountaineer. 15. A month of the year. 17. Dividends should be warranted by ----profits.
THE ONION and the garlic, long social exiles, have at last found friends. Scientists working at the University of Southern California have discovered germ-killing powers in the very chemicals that bring tears to the eyes. The germ-killer from onions is allyl aldehyde, that from garlic is the less poisonous crotonic aldehyde.
Surely Professor Underhill imagines that we have very short memories, when he expects such a misstatement as the following, made in his article in your issue of May 15, to pass uncorrected:— “The League of Nations no longer counts. Failing a lead by some great European power, primarily by Great Britain, there is nothing that we in Canada can do to galvanize it into life again, and there is not the remotest chance of such a lead in Europe being given.”
Having been a municipal councillor and collector for ten years. I know a great deal about our relief problem. Practically every word in Grattan O’Leary's article, "Public Sucker No. 1." is true; but he only hits once the right remedy, that being when he referred to what they did in the town of Bathurst.
Many times I have thought of subscribing to your nice paper—not very easy out of a relief cheque—but after reading Grattan O’Leary’s article on the “chiselling unemployed” I decided to do without Maclean’s until you stop printing his unreliable articles.
It is just too bad for public sucker No. 2, the fellow who tries to make his own way. In some cases he has left his car in the garage since the fall of 1931. while dozens of people who have been on relief steadily since then pass him in their cars on their way to town, and the dust they kick up in his face has a bitter taste.
I should like to know what I am. My parents were both English. I was born in England, came to Canada in 1899 when twenty years old, since then it has been my home. I was in South Africa with the Canadian soldiers, and there heard myself described as “a ------Canadian."
In “Matter of Fact” in your May I number. Henry Ashbery mentions “Holy Island, off the coast of Scotland." Holy Island, or Lindisfarne, is off the coast of Northumberland, not Scotland; is considerably more than ten miles south of Berwick.
THE GREATEST battles are won in peace time. Only then has the thoughtful commander time and opportunity to make those preparations so essential for successful action. And in our battle with the elements, wise Canadian house-holders are following this same axiom— utilizing the summer months to renovate and modernize the heating plant.
Directions for Knitting This Attractive New Sweater Will Be Sent on Request
“Something fairly fine and soft, with inconspicuous sleeves that won’t make the coat sleeve bulge”—that’s what we usually ask of a summer sweater. Here is the answer—a perfectly fitting, short-sleeved model with cunning collar. The laciness of the crochet, besides being a nice change from knitting, is delightfully feminine and appealing.
GLYCERIN applied warm to stains made by mustard, coffee and so on, on delicately colored fabrics, is efficient in removing them without damaging the color or the fabric. After application it is allowed to stand for a few minutes and then rinsed off with water.
Idle Speculation—Sometimes we wonder if it wouldn’t have been better if the earth had been made up into a lot of smaller planets with fewer people on each one. —Literary Digest. Atheism in Russia—One report said that the League of Militant Godless has fallen in membership from 5,000,000 to 2,000,000, and that the Commissariat of Education had closed five big anti-religious museums.
In the Wrong Place—Hardup was not feeling in the jolliest of moods as he walked to the station with his friend one Monday morning. “Just look at that notice,” he said, indicating the words, “Post no bills” on a blank wall. “What is the use of sticking that up there?
I look rather modest and shy and retiring— In fact, at a glance, you’d say slightly inane— The natural target of bossy fuss-budgets, And jokers intent on the causing of pain; Of traffic cops, gangsters, and high pressure salesmen, Of any smart-aleck the timorous prey
AS TENANTS, the citizens of Montreal are notoriously restless. Those who don’t flit (as the Scots say) on the first of October usually move on the first of May. It is estimated that 200,000 people moved over the turn of the month this spring.