THIS issue of Maclean’s goes to press as the United Statesand the British Empire have declared war on Japan following a typical below-the-bdt blow at the Pacific bases of the two democratic owers, now actually allies at arms. First news is grm, and it would be senseless to underestimate tie initial striking power of an enemy possessing considerable naval strength, well schooled in reachery, and working to plans long made in conjunction with a skilful German organization system.
IN journalistic circles there was considerable surprise when the publisher of the Toronto Globe and Mail selected an Anglican Bishop as its representative among the party of Canadian newspaper men who, at the invitation of the British Council, visited Britain last fall.
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It was a dark day for the German Navy when the R.A.F. raided Percy John's pigeon loft
PERCY JOHN BUTTERWORTH was born in a Midlands city exactly eighteen years ago. Percy John inherited considerable Lancashire guile and logic from his mother, and the Midlands calm and unreasoning love of dumb beasts from his father. In his physical frame he somehow co-ordinated all the misshapen features of both.
IT WAS mid-September and in Canada husky young hockey players were dusting off skates and sticks. In the United States, managers of professional and amateur hockey teams which call heavily on Canada for their ice talent were polishing off winter schedules.
Eire's firemen fight Belfast's bomb fires, Eire's women knit for British soldiers, and 150,000 of her youth serve Britain's King
I HAD barely time to examine a bronze statue of Abraham Lincoln in Mr. De Valera’s anteroom in his offices in Dublin before an attendant came through a door and said: “The Prime Minister is awaiting you.” I found myself seated across a mahogany table from a man who greeted me most cordially and who was in most respects different from what I had expected.
LONDON, Dec. 6 (By Cable). We are within a few days of Christmas and it is unlikely that anyone old enough to take notice will ever forget the Yuletide festival of 1941. It falls on Thursday, which would mean in normal times that the holiday would begin late Wednesday afternoon and go on through Christmas Day and Boxing Day with the week end thrown in for good measure.
THE YEAR’S END found a sombre, sober mood in Ottawa. War with Japan, with peril to Canada’s Pacific seaboard. Prime Minister King deprived of his old trusted Quebec chieftain. A cabinet depleted and crying for reorganization. New rumblings for union government.
Freddy didn't know a ski from a skoal but he knew how to make a gal's heart do a geländesprung
GEORGE ALDEN EDSON
AT FIRST Freddy Stafford didn’t know why he had gone into the Winter Sports Show. He had never had anything to do with any winter sport and he had no interest in ever having anything to do with one. He was strictly a bit-of-tennis-in-nice-warm-weather man.
Our new air trail to the Yukon and Alaska is a vital key to Pacific defense
CHARLES L. SHAW
AS HITLER drives eastward against Russia, Canada and the United States cannot fail to become increasingly aware of the potential threat to this continent’s security in the far northwest—where the frontiers of Siberia and Alaska are separated by a stretch of water barely twice as wide as the English Channel.
Travelling the beam to the Yukon means more flying time and less tail-sitting
RONALD A. KEITH
A “STUFFED cloud” is a mass of pastecolored vapor with the stealthy distinction of having a mountain peak tucked away inside it. This bit of bush flier’s vernacular took on sudden significance, even at 8,000 feet, as Chief-Pilot Sheldon Luck of Yukon Southern Air Transport nursed back his throttles, and eased forward on the control column.
Along the ancient Aras River may be fought one of civilization's greatest battles—a battle for oil
THREE thousand years ago, the Aras River— the Araxes of the classics, and today the boundary between the Soviets and Iran (Persia)—first ran red. Then a forgotten dynasty, the Pechdad Kings, fought for “civilization” on the roof of the world.
"Marriage Minded" a smash! Gay Orvis a star! But the story doesn’t end with the picture
IT HAD seemed to Gay Orvis when she first saw Paul and Mona DeLys sitting side by side three rows in front of her that she would have to leave the theatre. She had never supposed the word heartache meant the heart really ached. But her heart did ache.
1. A fast-climbing American fighter plane. 5. This mythical gentleman made himself wings of wax, and flew too near the sun. 9. Name given to a group of England’s central counties. 11. A summer resort at Lake of the Woods. 12. Fairylike. 13. Part of a sail that can be taken in to reduce sail area.
A cold and hungry sentry stirred the sympathetic Mr. Payne into action. He gives the boys in uniform a break
NEXT time some morose misanthrope moans in your ear the misquotation that “nobody loves a fat man,” tell him about Lionel Warner Payne, who weighs two hundred and seventy-five pounds and is loved by thousands, especially sailors, soldiers, and airmen.
WINTER gales churning across the North Sea at this time of year are an added hazard to the game little ex-fishing trawlers which sweep shipping channels clear of mines. They also bring added hardship to one of the toughest and most dangerous jobs the war has thrust upon the British people.
WE’VE all done our share of longing for the good old days when everything was simpler and we didn’t have to put on a “spread” every time we entertained a few of our friends. Well, now we’ve got ’em in that respect at least; simplicity is the fashion again and hostesses vie with each other merely in the amount of knitting, sewing, quilting or other good work done at their parties.
C.I.O. The People—Mr. Lewis, it seems, is no longer the star of that program called, ‘I, the People.” —Windsor Star. Or Part of One—Today’s slogan: Tax the man who owns one. —Calgary Herald. Pay ’Em $1.30—Price control for the Dominion will require a staff of 5,000 for administration.
Short Trip—As the lady was climbing aboard the bus she turned to wave farewell to her friend. “Good-by, dear,” she called. “I’ll be with you again soon.” “Sooner than you think, lady,” said the conductor firmly. “We’re full up.”—Sherbrooke Record.
A FEW hours after the Calgary recruiting centre of the Royal Canadian Air Force had enthusiastically accepted an exceptionally fine recruit, the youth’s father stormed into the office demanding that the enlistment be cancelled. He offered a number of reasons, none of them carrying much conviction to the R.C.A.F. representatives, who were most reluctant to let go of their prize.