NORWAY, the Lowlands, France, Greece, Crete, Malaya—and now Java. Always it has been the same story: The enemy gained control of the air. Where we’ve won, or held—or escaped—air power has been the vital factor. Local air superiority made Dunkirk possible.
REVISION of army age limits so that younger Canadian officers may take active service commands and responsibilities has caused much editorial delving into past history. Wolfe was a lieutenant-colonel at twentythree; he was thirty-two when he fell at the capture of Quebec.
OVER CBC airwaves, Eric Knight, the Yorkshire author who in the last war enlisted in Canada, served with the Princess Pats, and who had freshly returned from Britain, made one of the bluntest speeches we have heard. He applied the war to Canada, vividly and with candor.
WHEN one of our editors conceived the title “Paul Bunyan on Wheels” for Frederick Edwards’ newsy article on the lumber industry of Algonquin Park, we thought it pretty smart going. We were pulled up with a jerk when it was reported to us that a bright young messenger girl (we have girls now, Hamish) had asked what the author of “Pilgrim’s Progress” had to do with logging in Ontario.
Britain's paratroops have proved they can hand it out as well as take it— Here's the story of how they get that way
ALONG an English country lane came an Army staff car, flying the royal standard of Norway. The only occupants of the car were the driver and, in the back seat, Crown Prince Olaf of Norway, on his way to visit a brigade headquarters during a large-scale mock battle.
"This is not a shortage. It is not a bottleneck. .... It is a famine"
KENNETH R. WILSON
THIS IS about a crisis—a crisis in rubber. “Rubber is the gravest problem confronting the United Nations. The rubber shortage is so serious that our ability to fight an all-out war is imperilled,” declares Allan H. Williamson, Canada’s wartime Controller of Supplies.
A moving story of young love against a backdrop of battle in the sky and the heroism of London Town
D. K. FINDLAY
THE SKY was serene and blue, the air was filled with the soft, appealing smells of early summer, and the grass of the pasture field had a tang of thyme and was good to lie on. Twelve Hurricanes were dispersed about the field under the trees and the pilots lay under the wings.
Close-up of Britain’s famous fortress. Franco wants it and Hitler may try to take it
FOUR HUNDRED years ago, one of the greatest queens in history—Isabella of Castile, for whom Columbus discovered the American world—made a will in which she ordered her people to "hold Gibraltar and to extend Spanish rule in African territory.”
LONDON, March 6 (By Cable). This will not be an easy letter to write. I want to put before the readers of Maclean’s the story of what actually is going on in Britain today, and some of it will make unpleasant reading. I need not protest at this date my loyalty to Britain or my love for this Island Kingdom set in the turbulent waters of the North Sea.
OTTAWA’S biggest events are in the Cabinet upheavals that never happen. Every week or so some politician or newspaper man plucks at your coat sleeve to whisper awesomely (or perhaps hopefully, depending on the whisperer) that a Cabinet crisis is right around the corner.
LONDON, Feb. 26 (By Cable). Now that February is nearly gone no doubt remains that the bitter ordeal, the peak of which the British people thought they had surmounted in 1941, is renewed, and worse remains to overcome than we have already endured.
"We'll play my way," she insisted—then learned that love, like badminton, has but one set of rules
TERRY shifted uneasily on the sofa while he waited for his wife to come-down. It was strange, he reflected, that a man his size should sink to a state approximating terror at the thought of telling a one-hundred-and-twenty-pound girl to do something she should have had sense enough to do without being told.
Ontario's lumber industry is streamlined for war, but it's the Buck Beaver's loading gangs who keep the logs tumbling from the skidways
ALGONQUIN Provincial Park is a huge chunk of forest land in eastern central Ontario, roughly rectangular in shape, covering 2,740 square miles. Larger than Prince Edward Island, Algonquin ranks with the biggest national park reservations of North America.
Trailed and spied upon, Klaus Lehmann makes a daring play to destroy the evidence that would put him at Goebbels' mercy
Klaus Lehmann is the name taken by a man, presumably German, who lost his memory in the last war. He finds a job in Munich, is “adopted” by an elderly lady, Fraulein Rademeyer, who takes pity on his plight and makes a home for him. In postwar depression years he becomes a follower of Hitler.
IN THE Labrador summer the huskies that draw the winter dog teams are turned loose to forage for themselves. Travelling in packs they soon revert to their original wolfish state, and any traveller unlucky enough to meet them in the Labrador wastelands had better stand his ground.
Concerto For Violin and Orchestra (William Walton): Jascha Heifetz and the Cincinnati Orchestra, Eugene Goossens, Conductor (Victor M868). Same in form as the Viola Concerto, although a bit more mature, and not nearly as satisfying as the Symphony, except perhaps in the first movement; this to me is a disappointment.
Well Said—“If the Japanese are loyal, as they claim to be, then they should do useful work for Canada.” And the same might be said for the rest of us, as well.—Stratford, Ont., Beacon-Herald Pay’n’Save—It is queer we are broke when we bought so many things that the salesmen said would save money.—Brandon Sun
When members rise in sharp debate To speak in terms effusive, Sometimes mere prose is too sedate To frame their thoughts elusive; And so it has become the style In this resounding session, To give the ancient bards a trial When seeking full expression!
Vacant — A Norwegian farmer paid a visit to a neighbor about a mile down the road. After the usual greeting the host asked: “Did you meet anyone coming down?” “Not a human soul,” the visitor replied, “only an empty troop car full of Nazis.”—Calgary Herald.
THE DETACHMENT of Royal Canadian Mounted Police stationed at Moncton, N.B., takes great pride in the sagacity of its dog, Cliffe. In his annual report, tabled in the New Brunswick legislature, Superintendent W. V. Bruce makes prominent mention of Cliffe’s notable achievements during 1941.