AS THIS issue of Maclean’s goes to press, full details of the wage and price control measure, and of the machinery to enforce it, are not available. Judging from the Prime Minister’s statement, it is no half-way policy, but an all-out effort to avert the otherwise inevitable waterspout of inflation—the first effort of its kind in the economic history of non-totalitarian states.
WE STRESS the necessity of keeping all members of the community well informed as to the reasons behind government policies. The workings of the original wages-labor policy (referred to as P.C. 7440) even now are not thoroughly understood by many workers.
WALTER P. ZELLER, of Montreal, built a chain of successful stores; is recognized as a top-flight business organizer. The Minister of National War Services enlisted him as an executive assistant. Job—to direct tourist activities. Zeller went to Ottawa to serve without pay, without any expense allowances.
AS EXAMPLES of the importance of little things, the fly which stopped an express train by gumming up an axle oil-hole, the nail which dropped from a horse’s shoe and caused the loss of a battle, have nothing on the small b which ruined our October 15 issue.
SO FAR as this continent is concerned, any thesis on Headaches for Town Planners undoubtedly would devote considerable space to Toronto. To town planners Toronto is multiplied migraine. Decade after decade, with plans and eloquence, they have striven to get the city sorted out, provide breathingspace squares, eliminate traffic bottlenecks, widen thoroughfares, zone business and residential areas and whatnot.
How will rebuilt London look after the war? Architecture, traffic and slums offer mighty problems
CHARLES W. STOKES
NOT was UNTIL the detonation the very of early dynamite days of this heard year in London, to announce a major operation hy Royal Engineers along the technique of fighting a forest fire. But the dire sound, as the achievements of centuries perished, awakened little actual horror.
A boy and a clarinet get in a tangle with love. But that's what they needed
ONLY the concerto. PINKY FLYNN Pinky Flynn and Merry learned knew of of it inadvertently, but Harv Elannen, himself, told Merry before he married her. It was the summer Pinky Flynn’s band was playing in the Mountain Room of the Glacier Lake Chalet.
WHEN For Clarinet” Marion Greene she had wrote never “Concerto heard of her Toronto fellow citizen, Bob Farnon. Yet Bob might have been her inspiration for Harv Elannen, clarinet-playing hero of the story on this page. Known to thousands as one of “The Happy Gang,” a group who make noon hours merry with music and gags over CBC’s national network, trumpetplayer Bob Farnon’s big ambition was to write serious music.
The sunny south gave the British chaps a rousing welcome and a good time — then put *em to work!
A. P. COOKE
THE FRIENDLY Old Gentleman with The Whiskers beckoned across the Atlantic, saying —"Come on over, boys; we’ll start you off.” And so, during the summer of 1941, the vanguard of hundreds of Royal Air Force fledglings embarked from British ports for the treacherous Atlantic crossing to arrive in Halifax and later in Toronto, there to be shunted south of the border for their first steps in becoming the fighter and bomber pilots of tomorrow.
An American who has seen National Socialism at work tells his countrymen how Germany threatens their way of life
WHEN WE think of Hitler's menace to the United States we are usually thinking of the Germany Army and Navy, but I am going to discuss the revolutionary ideas of German National Socialism and their impact upon our society. National Socialism is an authentic world revolution.
THIS IS Washington, the shrine of American freedom, that fair city set upon the banks of the Potomac and dedicated to the proposition, more or less, that all men are born free and equal. This is Washington, the most courted city in the world, for is it not the heart of the U.S.A., the last great and rich neutral?
Convoy skippers stopped scoffing at the "Mary Ann" when her captain rigged a hen coop on her stern
R. V. GERY
SHE CAME creeping into the East Coast port at early evening—past the boom, past the officious guard ship and the sniffing, terrierlike destroyers, under the guns with which cliffs and coast line bristled—a scandal, a ragamuffin civilian blotch and blemish upon the trim, hard face of the war.
How war's challenge came to a prairie town —and how Briercrest gave its answer
IT WAS Sunday night, an evening of velvet darkness, where stars as big as teacups hung in golden rings above the dark bulk of the Pool elevator, and the Dipper with its slanting handle pointed a relentless finger to the North Star, to guide all sailors home.
There’s a lot of public ignorance about the man who comes home from a "San"
LAURENCE K. RYAN
JOE WAS an iron worker. A big cat-footed rivetter who waltzed around on skeleton steel girders as though they were a polished dance floor. Joe’s gang found it hard to reconcile a husky like him wdth their preconceived ideas that anyone with tuberculosis had to be a rag, a bone, and a hank of hair, with one foot in the grave.
The movies throw Cupid for a loss and a gambler watches Death throw the dice
“Sneak preview of ‘Marriage Minded' at the Avon tonight—” The magic news speeds through Westwood Village, Hollywood suburb, to reach Flora Kimball, who has worked long years grooming her beautiful young niece, Gay Orvis, for stardom. Aunt Flora promised Gay's dead mother that she would have the career her mother had been denied.
All round the seas to Zanzibar, In all the lands, or near or far, The feast is laid, the pipers play To celebrate St. Andrew's Day. Where be you now it matters not So as you find a brother Scot. Or rich or poor, or old or young, The Doric on his friendly tongue, A love for all that Bobbie wrote, A sprig of heather in his coat, A spirit tender, bold and high — Then be you brothers till you die.
SET A WTENER in a split buttered roll, touch it up with mustard and you have one of the great North American specialties. But don’t think that’s the only way you can serve wieners. They have their ingredient possibilities and are delicious in a dozen and one combinations.
Wistful Thinking—It takes a smart man to separate wishful thinkingfrom opinion.—London Free Press. Weed Culture—A local business man, who quit smoking this week, explains it is the only way he can head off his wife’s Christmas present.
Quick Thinker—Wife (paying an unexpected call at the office): "You told me, John Henry, that your new stenographer was an old maid.” Employer (flustered) : "That’s right, my dear; she’s away ill today, and sent her granddaughter instead.”
AFTER TWO sleepless nights un agriculturalist living near Markerville, Alta., took his toothache and his swollen face into town, searching for a dentist. Unhappily the time was Wednesday afternoon, when all business establishments, including the dentists’ offices, close for the weekly half holiday.