IT IS a popular belief that Canada was the first country within the British Empire to be called a Dominion. The accepted story goes that the original suggestion of “Kingdom” having been found unsatisfactory, one of the Fathers of Confederation, reading his Bible, was struck by the phrase, “Shall have dominion from sea to sea.”
What shall make us truly a nation?—A Dominion Day confession of faith
M. GRATTAN O’LEARY
<p><strong></strong>ON JULY the First, as Canadians, we keep our seventieth birthday. What thought does it bring for us? Shall it be again, as so often before, an occasion for empty rhetoric, for exercises in the externals of patriotism, for the telling of pious hopes?</p>
THERE'S A MURDERER ABOARD! COMMENCING A GRIPPING NEW NOVEL OF A MYSTERY THAT TERRORIZED A WHOLE SHIP'S COMPANY
ON A SATURDAY afternoon in mid-July. I stepped over the threshold from the elegant lounge of the S.S. Orion onto the promenade deck. Looking down the long row of chairs, it was easy to find my place by the fact that my husband’s long legs protruded a good six inches farther than those of anyone else, and I made my way down the deck reflecting thankfully that, with his usual foresight, Timothy had chosen the side which was shaded from the glaring afternoon sun.
"It is unthinkable that 4,000 persons should have the final say"—Premier Pattullo. "The people of the Yukon are outraged"—Dawson protest
CHARLES LUGRIN SHAW
HAD THE Honorable Thomas Duff Pattullo suddenly released a flock of Arctic pigeons in Victoria’s Legislative Chamber or driven across the causeway toward the Parliament Buildings with a team of yapping malamutes, he would have caused no greater astonishment than when he made the casual announcement, a few weeks ago, that British Columbia planned to absorb the Yukon.
ON A RECENT Sunday afternoon, within the walls of Arundel Castle, in lovely Sussex, upon a lawn of green velvet surrounded by ancient, stately trees, nearly a thousand garden-party guests of the Duke and Duchess of Norfolk were sipping tea.
The love story of a girl who was baffled by success and a man who thought that the road to ambition achieved led to happiness
MAIDA WINSTON was primitive and predatory, a silken-bodied feline of the jungle. Hers, admittedly to herself alone, was the quivering spirit of the stalking tigress. One unguarded moment in Kirk Sands’ indifference and she would spring like satin lightning.
The trailers are coming, bringing joy to trailees, grief to hotelmen and a whole series of problems to government
LAST YEAR Roger W. Babson, the great American statistician, wrinkled his fact-filled forehead and issued a pontifical prophecy. “In twenty years, half the population of the United States will be living in automobile trailers," he declared.
THE OTHER night I went to a debutantes’ ball. In case my Maclean's readers imagine that I did so by choice, let me explain that the dance was being given by some friends of mine whose daughter was coming out on this occasion. Only a stern call of duty could lure me to such an affair.
The kid had courage but had he brains?— A thrilling story of dirt-track auto racing
RICHARD HOWELLS WATKINS
ONE MINUTE Dan Ridge had $528, and young Nix Hearn had $354. Next minute Sam Ambrose, wishing them both a casual “Good luck,” thrust into the pocket of his cream-colored windbreaker $875. Ambrose strolled away, leaving Dan and young Nix to stare uncertainly at each other across the hood of the red racing car that had become their joint property.
Robert George Pickrell, Winnipeg, holds most of the world's revolverand pistol-shooting records
PHILIP A. NOVIKOFF
THE SAVAGE barking of a revolver drifted over the choppy waters of New York harbor. Bud Donahue, ace newsreel cameraman, crouched behind his camera, regarding with unwavering eyes the lurid spits of flame stabbing at him from a gleaming gun barrel.
MOST CANADIANS agree that Canada’s foreign policy, and consequently its defense policy, should be based upon the following assumptions: (1) The League of Nations, whatever its future possibilities may be, cannot now be relied upon to maintain peace.
I HAD persuaded my friend, H. B. Treadgold, to take a holiday away from the vicunas and cheviots of Savile Row and accompany me on a Mediterranean cruise. We were spending a couple of days in Paris on our way back to London, and were breakfasting in our dressing gowns the morning after our arrival when the door of our hotel suite was flung violently open.
WAKE UP AND LIVE” is taken from the book of that title—or rather from the title of the book. The story itself doesn't seem to have any literary source; it’s just an ingenious linking up of some of the sounds, songs and personalities that come over the air.
In 1910 I was general manager of the Saint Ives Consolidated Tin Mines in Cornwall, England. At the Trenwith mine of this group pitchblende occurs. This mine was worked for copper some hundreds of years ago. The old miners, when the copper ore was mixed with pitchblende, received a poor price for their copper, so they picked out the pitchblende and threw it on the waste dump; and in mining the copper ore they would leave, if they could, the pitchblende in the slopes, the value of pitchblende not being known to them.
1. This is good, streaky--If we’re not mistaken. 6. Come into contact. 9. A smoker who draws the smoke into his lungs. 10. Greening or Spy, It makes good pie. 11. The chairman's call for quiet. 12. Thousands of these fine deer roam the Canadian North.
May I congratulate you very sincerely on the article, “Keep Canada Out of War,” by F. H. Underhill? I am sure that it will be a great relief and a tremendous aid to a lot of puzzled Canadians. You may be surprised to know that Mr. Underhill has provided a satisfactory answer to the questions of a great many thinking people, but this is true within my acquaintance.
Professor Underhill for all his professor ship in history, apparently comfortably forgets that during the Great War, Germany was several times within an ace of dominating the world. True, perhaps, that “the British navy does not exist for our defense;” true, probably, that the “old contemptibles” may not have thought much about Canada; but if that navy and that army —with, later, valuable forces from the Dominions—had suffered defeat, German forces would in a surprisingly short time have been up the St. Lawrence even to Toronto, where Prof. Underhill is still permitted to sit, publicly “fouling his own nest.”
The Defense Problem, Article No. 2, is more startling than the first one by Howard Ferguson. (1) In this article we learn for the first time that Canada is not part of the British Empire. (2) That the British taxpayer enjoys profits from it, which we in Canada do not.
ADVERTISING is not, as many believe, characteristic of the last hundred years. The first printed advertisement appeared in England in 1477. It is in the Bodleian Library, an effective notice, in Caxton’s beautiful No. 3 type. Similar bills soon followed, and were used for hand distribution, or for sticking on posts.
I AM A regular reader of Maclean’s, to which the family subscribe. My interest in the magazine centres chiefly in tales of the sea and ships, particularly authentic tales, when such appear in its pages. The article in issue of March 15 describing the loss of the “Trevisa” revived my recollections of the story.
HOME again after the honeymoon! And now there’s a housewarming in the offing, as befits any hospitable young couple. It may take one of several forms, but my advice is to make it a simple affair until you get your hand in at being both housekeeper and hostess.
Would it not be in order for us women to ask gentlemen like Mr. Baxter if they have done all in their power to make the world a safe and sane place into which to bring children? We find many people today enjoying the richest fruits of the earth while contributing little or nothing to their production.
Opportunity—Flying over the Bay of Naples, an air pilot turned to his passenger and said: “Have you heard that phrase, ‘See Naples and Die?’ ” “Yes,” said the passenger. “Well,” said the pilot, “take a good look—the propeller’s come off.”—Vancouver NewsHerald.
These months which cannot boast an “R” With me are never popular; They yield, I grant you, golden sun, And fruit, and flowers., and outdoor fun, And riding with the car-top down, And holidays away from town, And light, uncumbrous summer clothes.
A Trifling Matter—Another sign that conditions are easing up is this national and international discussion of strip-teasers.— Literary Digest. Mating and Estimating—Love and a budget are the two most important factors in a successful marriage, says one well-known woman.
AT NOON on Sunday, May 9, Canadian troops took over the Buckingham Palace guard from the Welsh Life Guards. The day was drizzly and grey, but a curious crowd watched the ceremony. The guard solemnly went through the business of marching from box to box, replacing the tall, grey and busbied Welsh sentries with Canadians who, in ordinary service khaki, looked almost diminutive in comparison.