AS THIS issue of Maclean's goes to press, no available information indicates how successful Russia will be in resisting the invading German armies. Much will depend upon the efficiency of the Russian equipment and the strategy of the Soviet command.
THE FICKLENESS of young maidenhood is proverbial. Since the dawn of human history it has caused untold anguish to swains and steeped poets in gloom. But seldom has it agitated the people of a continent. Yet, a few weeks ago, the capriciousness of five little seven-year-old girls caused a considerable to-do among a not inconsiderable proportion of the population of North America.
When the Russian Empress Catherine II toured South Russia in 1787, Prince Potemkin, her adviser, built unoccupied show villages—which the Empress could see from the carriage window—as proof of his rosy accounts of Russian progress. In Germany today there are “Potemkin” holes for storing foods of which there is a shortage.
In which Dr. Augustus Vane solves the mystery of the bombing of the secret airdrome at Bramble Nasing
W. E. JOHNS
NOTHING exercises the imagination like war. No urge in peacetime, however ambitious, can have behind it quite the same vital force as that which is created by the threat of death and destruction. And with the advance of learning, more and more avenues are explored for ways and means to harass the enemy, some of a highly technical nature, others so artless that for a time they defy detection by their very simplicity.
Why did the Quints refuse to speak English on the air? Here’s the lowdown on the strike at Callander
ON THE afternoon of Saturday May 10, a little six-year-old girl living in an Ontario hamlet had a fit of tantrums. She set her rosy lips in an obstinate pout, stamped her tiny slippered foot and cried: “Non, non, NON!” in a shrill piercing treble.
ODDEST of the changes that have come in Ottawa these past weeks is a change in Prime Minister King. He has taken on a new war vigor. His speeches have a new ring. First signs of this transformation, at first a hit startling, came following the visit to Ottawa of Australia’s dynamic Mr. Menzies. Mr. King sat in obvious discomfort at the Ottawa Canadian Club while Menzies’ ringing “all out” war speech drew thunderous cheers.
From behind the wall of silence around conquered Poland an eyewitness of the Nazi terror comes to tell of the new Dark Age whose slogan is "exterminate"
JOSEPH P. JUNOSZA
I WAS in Poland during the first thirteen months of the German occupation. During that period I saw many things, but this is what I saw one day in Warsaw: It is 9.30 a.m. The street traffic is heavy, mostly pedestrian. Warsaw is overcrowded. For months the Germans have been deporting Christian Poles and Jews from Poland’s former western provinces to the Warsaw area.
Jeff's tourist camp looked like a sure flop till Marian's heart got the jump on her head— then love and business both took an upswing
W. H. TEMPLE
JEFF DENNISON, ex-college halfback, ex-café-society bachelor, and for two weeks owner of Dennison’s Tourist Camp, sagged against a tree. A car had turned off the highway and entered his driveway. Jeff had his first customer! Or did he? Jeff leaned forward, closed one eye and squinted warily at the car.
He runs a circus factory in Brantford. He runs a 45-car special train. He ran a few kewpie dolls into Canada's biggest carnival show
NOTHING surprises the citizens of Brantford, Ontario, any more. If they hear a man in striped suit and cowboy hat order a thousand gallons of orange paint in the local hardware, or see him pay a seven-thousand-dollar account at the town’s best hotel, they don’t bat an eyelash.
ONE NIGHT recently at a private dinner Mr. Churchill is reported to have said: “When the war is over I shall resign office at once and go and live in the country. Every now and then, however, I shall come up to Parliament and give the Government the benefit of my advice.
The impossible seems to be coming true—fifteen years drop from Ransom Peters like a cloak! But can he escape the fate of Dr. Murlain's other patients?
JANET MADE a conscious effort to change her thoughts, and here her social experience was useful. Amusingly she told of the telephone conversation with Lily Marshal and her husband. “Dr. Murlain will have our fortunes if all the middle-aged squires fall in line,” affirmed Ransom, with a laugh, “but I’m glad that I’m first, while the potency of the witch’s brew holds out.
Mappy Marriage—Housewives used to fret when husbands tried to read the paper while eating supper. The woman hollered thirty years too soon, as nowadays hubby not only has the paper beside his plate hut an atlas, a few war maps and a handful of thumbtacks.—Kitchener Record.
What Goes Up—It seems that one of the boys in the army manoeuvres came into camp on an extremely windy day. When he was brought to the officer’s tent, slightly bruised, he was told, “You’ve got real nerve to come down in a parachute with this 100-mile wind blowing.
IF YOU should chance to pop over to the town of Mayo, in Yukon Territory for a week end you would probably be more than a bit astonished to find an overwhelming proportion of the citizenry wearing long hair and bushy beards in thoroughgoing old-time frontiersman fashion.