IN MACLEAN'S, July 15, 1939, there was published an article headed “Tweedsmuir of Canada.” Discussing the man and his job, the author, I. Norman Smith, suggested it was possible to move back the clock and imagine how John Buchan envisaged his call to the post of GovernorGeneral of Canada.
IF YOU are qualified to vote in the general election on March 26, make sure that you are on the list—and VOTE. At the last election, in 1935, 1,500,000 qualified Canadian citizens failed to record their vote. So states W. D. Halliwell, a Winnipeg statistician who makes franchise surveys.
INTO this issue of Maclean’s there step two characters who, if we are any judge at all, are going to be remembered. One is Flannelfoot Foster, and the other is Aunt Gertrude Duxbury. It is far from our intention to slight pleasant George Claybourne, the smart and attractive Penny Foster, or any of the other people in Leslie McFarlane’s new serial, “Wakeville, Awake!”
Wakeville was content—with George as mayor, with Penny’s girlish charm, Flannelfoot's police work. Then came Aunt Gertrude—or was it a cyclone?
THE CHARMING town of Wakeville—that fairest and sleepiest of all communities on the Canadian shore of Lake Erie—basked in the golden light of a June morning. Sunshine bathed the drowsy lassitude of the Four Corners, gleamed from the town clock registering the hour of nine, glinted from the post office roof.
A fight for life in a wild sea teaches Jamie Cameron some things about two she’s—a girl and a boat
MARTHA BANNING THOMAS
BOATS” declared Jamie’s mother, “is bad. And when you mix up girl-business with them, you’re headed for a solid clinch of trouble.” The Cameron family were at supper. Through the kitchen windows streamed the last blinding glare of sunset, reflected from the Bay of Fundy.
Outside the wind sobs in the old spruce. One dead branch taps my window pane. Drips the slow rain And grieves, Lamenting Earth’s misuse— Lamenting the blood-lust of bestial men Who spew their hate over the raped lands Where children stretch to heaven red, maimed hands, And shriek to be avenged.
LONDON, February 20. (By Cable)—The death of Lord Tweedsmuir is now sufficiently in the past for one to consider his personality and his place in the dual kingdoms of Literature and Imperial Service. One does not need even to ask how Canada received the news of his collapse and quick death.
THERE is but one issue—it is Canada’s war effort. On March 26, the electors must choose the government whose responsibility it will be to continue to plan, organize, maintain and direct the war effort of Canada. Upon the wisdom of their choice will depend not only the part which Canada will play, but conceivably the future of the British Commonwealth of Nations, and certainly the effect of the war upon our own country.
CANADA is at war. We are engaged in a struggle with a dangerous enemy. We have assumed an obligation which will test the strength, intelligence and staying power of this nation as they have never before been tested. We are in to the end. There is no way out short of victory or defeat.
WE MUST win the war; nothing else matters; let us get on with the war—such statements are far from true and may easily be used to cloak practices inimical to the general welfare. War objectives, war policies, war appointments, war profiteering, war financing, decent living standards for our people and the retention of our hard-won liberties—these do matter.
MAN used waterpower for centuries before he learned that, converted into steam, it could serve new purposes; but to utilize the steam, he had to develop a new technique. Man used windpower, for centuries, to drive his ships across the seas until he learned he could fly by wind power, but he had to develop a new technique.
In which a now-famous Scot has a birthday—and learns aboot the lassies
MARGARET looked away from the glowing fire that made the cool evening comfortable. Her husband, catching her glance, asked, “Bothered about anything, Margaret?” She answered indirectly, “I’ve been thinking, George, I'd like Donald to have a party."
A STAFF OFFICER said: “There is more to modern army organization than the average citizen knows anything about.” It is forbidden to quote even staff officers directly by name. This gentleman, a veteran of the 1914-18 fracas, with better than half a dozen medal ribbons sewn across the left breast of his tunic, is an engineer in civil life.
As the world's only flying mammal, half bird, half beast, the common bat offers itself as a unique subject for research — or so decided Dr. Harold B. Hitchcock, Department of Biology, University of Western Ontario, London. During a recent survey he captured, banded and released for later observation more than 1,000 of the creatures.
In a mountain paradise of timid wild-life, killer stalked killer with relentless hate
<p>AT THAT hour of the afternoon the region of High Plateau was beautiful beyond reach of thought. The gold of approaching sunset lay thick upon the green of pines, like light through amber glasses. Behind rose white-toothed peaks against a sky that verged upon cobalt.</p>
Here are one hundred new challenges to your wit and memory, in
I FEEL very strongly about putting questions,” Robert Louis Stevenson wrote in “The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.” “It partakes too much of the style of the day of judgment. You start a question, and it’s like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of the hill; and away the stone goes, starting others.”
In the "New Bug Building" at Ste. Anne de Bellevue, scientists are handing a drubbing to an age-old enemy of Man
H. G. COCHRANE
WHAT should we feed an orphaned sleigh-dog puppy? Is it safe to eat that rabbit the Smiths sent us? Should baby be allowed to play with a cat? Where did I get this “swimmer’s itch”? What is killing off all the sheep this year? Should we murder our parrot?
With new rinks, new players, and a brand-new enthusiasm, Island sports fans begin looking Allan Cup-ward
FRANK W. McKNIGHT
CANADA at war again! Away down East in Cape Breton Island—down where the East really begins—we’ve got our shoulders to the wheel, and we’re pushing hard! Still, we find time to be interested in a sort of private war of our own. It doesn’t concern bullets or guns, but has to do with pucks, hockey sticks and healthy, strapping Canadian hockeyists.
1. Australian bandit or cattle rustler. 6. Captain of a rink of curlers. 10. Military assistant. 11. A type of carriage or car that can be closed or opened. 12. Margin, outer edge. 13. Ladies’ undergarment, or a slight mistake. 14. First man named in the Bible.
Recruits from the so-called “depressed” city areas of England are quite healthy specimens, army doctors find. And the poorest health showing is made by farm hands, of all people! During the four years of the first Great War, 1,414 people were killed in air raids over Britain.
WHEN Carman and Warner Elliott of Sioux Lookout, Ontario, began building airplane skis thirteen years ago, neither they nor anyone else could have foreseen that the product of their labor would reach as far as the South Pole. Yet it has—on three different occasions.
Fashions do not change in Martinique. The native women still dress like Josephine, Napoleon’s wife, who was born there—a large colored handkerchief tied around their heads, and flouncy silk dresses. Of all the ancient mines of the world the most remarkable are those in the Sinaitic Peninsula, from which turquoises were extracted by the early Egyptians.
SOUTH KINLOSS CHURCH, north of Lucknow in Bruce County, Ontario, is believed to be one of the last, if not the last church of the Presbyterian denomination in Canada that adheres to the ancient Scottish ways of worship. Within its walls during services no organ sounds, and no hymns are sung, because they are the words of man.
Rationing System Allots Rigidly Controlled Supplies —20 Coupons for One Shirt
THE German system for rationing purchases of clothing, states the Manchester Guardian, as quoted by Public Opinion, is remarkable for its boldness and thoroughness and for the extraordinary degree in which the civilian customer’s freedom of choice is limited.
IN ITS February 1 issue, Maclean’s published an article entitled “Junk.” Written by Leslie Garden, it told the story of salvage of materials. Dealing with the “rag” business, the article stated; “On the outbreak of the 1914 war the price of mixed rags took a sensational jump of from eight to eighty-five cents a pound.
Some people have a grave tendency to quote parts of Scripture that support their mode of thought, and ignore that with which they do not agree. The latest example is K. L. McCuaig in your Feb. 1 issue. He quotes from the Old Testament “Thou shalt not kill” in support of pacifism.
SOUP is one of those universal dishes. You meet it in any or every country —and what’s more, you’re always glad when you do. It comes to the tables of the world in many forms and in distinctive flavors— consommé and bouillon which serve an introductory purpose, creamy varieties which provide considerable nourishment, meaty soups and fish or vegetable chowders which are almost a whole meal in themselves.
Old Ones Too—Hockey games nowadays will be hard on the Toronto team’s rookies. There are so many opposing players who are anxious to turn over a new Leaf.—Toronto Star. A Bad Lapse—In Scotland golfers paused in their game to watch an air battle, Can golf be losing its grip?—Regina Leader-Post.
O hard is the lot of the lads who announce The news of the day, and perforce must pronounce Those tongue-twisting names which some of the races Have used in profusion to designate places. Take China (it’s simple the Japs will agree!) And try out your tongue on KweiChow and Hung-tze,
Domestic Tragedy—“Did you hear that awful trouble that has befallen Mrs. Gabble-Gabble?” “Don’t tell me she has lost her voice.” “No; her husband lost his hearing.” —Sherbrooke Record. Lucky Man—“My husband is ever so lucky. Yesterday he took out an accident policy, and today a brick fell on his head.”
IN THE town of Nipawin, Saskatchewan, the Gateway Welding Shop employs as a sort of signpost an ancient, decrepit and broken-down tractor of a type obsolete since ’way back before the war before this one. Above the tractor’s battered top canopy the name of the establishment is painted on a board.