A CANVASSER for the Third Victory Loan told us this. In an office he approached a young, pretty, five-foot stenographer and asked her how about a bond. “I’ve got to buy one,” she said, “but I don’t know how I’m going to pay for it.” Tactful questioning revealed that she and her sister looked after their widowed mother; that they sent parcels to their two brothers, one a prisoner of war in Germany, the other a prisoner in Hong Kong.
CHINA’S Foreign Minister, T. V. Soong, returning to Chungking from the United States, is reported to have told a press conference that Canada is “conducting a wonderful war effort which in proportion to her population surpasses that of any other country.”
IN THIS issue of Maclean’s Grattan O’Léary, asking himself the question, “Can the Conservatives Come Back?” discusses that party’s forthcoming convention in Winnipeg, expresses his views as to its possible future. This publication has no party ties; no political loyalties.
ARCTIC CONVOY” (page five, this issue) is a dramatic eyewitness account of one of the bitterest sea-air fights of this war the struggle to keep supply ships moving along the sea lane to Russia’s Murmansk. Its author, Taffrail, is one of Britain’s most gifted writers of the sea.
Despite ice, snow, bombs, shells, subs . . . the supply ships drive on through hell and cold water to their Russian arctic goal
IT WAS in a destroyer that I twice voyaged well beyond the Arctic Circle, to a latitude where, at that time of the year, the sun never sets and there is perpetual daylight. On the first occasion we formed part of a force of cruisers and destroyers bound on an independent mission which, for security reasons, I cannot describe.
In which the Kid discovers wimmen is funny, Jake turns poet and Aunt Margaret chooses a husband
W. O. MITCHELL
JAKE, our hired man, he didn’t answer me right away, just looked at me with his mouth making like a round hole in the middle of his face; he was sort of squinting. He looked down at Mr. Churchill Two grinning up at us, his tongue spilled out the corner of his mouth. “Well,” Jake said, “wimmen is funny all right.”
A sergeant explains how all an army’s headword might be supplied by the privates and all the headaches suffered by the sergeant-ma/ors
ACCORDING to a famous - barrack-room platitude, a private soldier knows nothing and does everything, a sergeant knows everything and does nothing, and an officer knows nothing and does nothing. A quarter of a million Ptes. training for and/or engaged in operational duty with the Canadian Army agree that this is a just and conservative statement of the case, albeit a trifle flattering to the parties of the second and third parts.
The Conservative Party at Winnipeg • . » . can resume its historic mission « ... or write its own obituary/ says
M. GRATTAN O’LEARY
ON DECEMBER 9, 10 and 11 the Conservative Party meets in Winnipeg in national convention— its third in twelve years. It meets to elect a leadera new Moses to lead it from the wilderness; it meets, as well, to either unrepentantly reaffirm old principles or to declare for new ones.
It's not Labor. It's not Capital. It's not men. It's not women ; it's the NATION that's at war in Britain
H. NAPIER MOORE
OUR PARTY of Canadian editors had completed its tour of the Canadian Army and Air Force establishments in Britain. We had had a glimpse of the Royal Navy. There still remained a few days before our scheduled departure. Secretly marvelling over the fact that we still appeared to have some energy left, our mentors at Canada House enquired as to what we would like to do next.
THE Daily Express, which has the largest daily circulation and net sale in the world, has just published a remarkable editorial. Without any mincing of words it says that we should not only hate the Germans now, but that we should continue to hate them after the war.
THE GOVERNMENT is worried—more worried than appears on the surface; more worried than it may ever admit, officially. This is no backstage political worry; it is an earthy, grass roots problem. It is the fact that not enough Canadian farmers are paying income taxes or buying War Bonds.
As war’s fourth winter comes to Britain, hope centres on a major victory in North Africa
LONDON, November. The English hedgerows, as the great battle in Egypt opens, glitter brightly with the bunched red berries of the holly, and the countryman who passes between them, whether he still guides a plow or is in uniform, wags a weatherwise head and says we shall have a bitter winter.
A night in war-torn London, a dance, an air raid, and Ivy found new meaning in just being alive
CHRIST INE TAPLEY
THE TWO of them sat on the steps leading downward into the basement flat which had been their home for as long as either of them could remember. It was neither as pleasant nor as secure as it had once been; what with never knowing whether Pop would be home safe from the fire station in the mornings, and the house being cluttered with neighbors and debris the past two years.
THIS is the story of the taxidermist who saved the American eider ducks from extinction. His name is Allan Moses. He is big and lean and weather-beaten, and he lives on Grand Manan, a Canadian island in the Bay of Fundy. He was able to save the eiders because he shot a green broadtail—the rarest bird in Africa.
Story of "that Landi brat" fromVancouver who won top billing on stage and screen and has now turned playwright
SHOULD anyone acquainted with the energetic abilities of Miss Elissa Landi be asked to designate her under a single label, it would take a bit of pondering. She is an outstandingly successful actress, has had five novels published, has appeared in more than a score of films, speaks four languages, and is a decided ornament to the lecture platform.
Financial System May I compliment you on the article about Mr. Ilsley in the recent number? It is so good, why not carry the idea further, and ask more questions of public men in some of our imporcant wartime places? In particular I would like, with some others here, to know more about our financial future.
Buy-Buy Blues—Real good times are the kind you get out and have, not the kind you buy.—Brandon Sun. Or Some New Ones—If your wife laughs at your jokes you may be sure you have some good ones—or ' else you have a mighty good wife.— Montreal Star. Or The Piano—The neighbors who object to a small boy’s piano lessons haven’t a thing on the small boy.—Calgary Albertan.
Modern—The newspaper publisher’s little daughter returned from Sunday School with an illustrated card in her hand. “What have you there?” her mother asked. “Oh,” said the child, “just an advertisement about Heaven.” Sarnia Observer.
THE WEEK AFTER The National Selective Service ordered a sevenday “cooling - off” period for dismissed employees in business and industry, Selective Service headquarters at Ottawa engaged, through the Civil Service Commission, four extra girls as mail sorters.