THOUGH not as sad as it has been in past years, that old Canadian buskin, The Voter Who Wasn’t There, played a repeat performance in Toronto on January 1. Of 360,000 citizens eligible to vote in the civic elections, 137,000 went to the polls and 223,000 (not all of whom were ’flu-stricken) stayed at home.
THERE appears to be a widely held impression that there was more behind the resignation of General McNaughton from command of the Canadian Army than his reported ill-health. If there are any grounds for that impression, judgment must be withheld until the facts are known, and some time will elapse before they are known.
WITH a preview of the job which lies ahead of the Allies’ western invasion armies, Lionel S. B. Shapiro makes his debut in this issue as Maclean’s war correspondent accredited to the Canadian forces overseas. With a roving commission, he will go wherever the news is hottest; expects to be with our troops wherever their main blow is struck.
ONE DAY in London last October I had the good fortune to draw Lord Louis Mountbatten out of a hat. This is how it happened. The sitting which had been arranged with one of the war’s most romantic figures allowed for only half an hour to be divided into five-minute periods for six photographers of whom I was one.
LONDON (BY CABLE)—It was 3.30 on the afternoon of Sept. 14 last. I can’t forget the time and the date because something extraordinary was happening inside of me. To the tempo of a runaway heart my stomach was jitterbugging in the area between the larynx and the solar plexus, and I had to swallow hard to keep it from jumping out of my throat.
THIS is a very slight, very personal story and yet it should be told. It concerns only three people —young Mr. and Mrs. Philip Dorne and a young man named Ezra Field. They are not particularly important people and yet their story seems to me to be important.
"A Nation in transition . . . An impressive war effort... Social security taking hold ... A land with a new faith in the future"
B. T. RICHARDSON
WELLINGTON, N.Z. (By Cable)—The distance that lends enchantment in North Americans’ eyes to the Dominion of New Zealand creates no illusion to be destroyed on the first sight. New Zealand really measures up to a Hollywood press agent’s dream of physical geography.
HOW would you like to step up your energy, alertness, good cheer, ambition and your bounce and ginger? How would you like to— supposing you could? Well, maybe you can! The war has taught us what we can do if we have what it takes; but it is a matter for concern that war fatigue is beginning to show in taut nerves and childish bickering.
PEARL HARBOR week, two scrubby freighters lay in St. Thomas, British West Indies. They were Panama registry, to comply with the late United States Neutrality Act, but they were American boats, loaded with bauxite from British Guiana— bauxite is the ore of aluminum.
THESE LETTERS which I have written for eight years have dealt with political affairs and world events but they have been sufficiently personal to make it impossible for the author to keep his moods as completely divorced from his writings as no doubt he should.
COL. RALSTON will, of course, have to take the brunt of the McNaughton retirement—a task which may prove neither easy nor pleasant. At this writing it is not clear how much can or will be disclosed in the forthcoming debates. To tell the whole story would probably reveal military secrets which may have to wait the war’s end or later for disclosure.
Willkie or Roosevelt?—Bricker or Marshall? Washington's merrygo-round spins dizzily as political observers try to call the winner in presidential sweepstakes
ERNEST K. LINDLEY
WITH the turn of the year the machinery for the nomination of presidential candidates began to revolve. The first delegates to the national conventions will be selected formally in March and from then on the process will continue, state by state, until late June.
He was only a city dog, unused to commands. But he obeyed the voice of an injured man ... and an instinct older than history
WILL. F. JENKINS
THE DOG licked at the man’s face, whimpering anxiously. The man lay in a little hollow, with a trail of fresh earth and dislodged stones where he had slipped down the hillside. Mountains reared up on every side and the man and dog were like ants in a vast emptiness of sky and wilderness.
Montrea's Wurtele twins are dynamite on skis ... Even the men admit these sisters can blast a tough course wide open
MONTREAL’S Wurtele twins, Rhoda and Rhona, are double trouble for any other girl who tries to beat them on skis. In fact the record shows more than one instance of these apple-cheeked, 21-year-old sisters leaving men of championship calibre floundering in their tracks.
THIS is London calling,” says the BBC announcer. And then, as a pandemonium of whistles, hoots and crackles assaults the ether, he adds, calmly, “And that is Germany jamming it.” We catch that much and miss half the next sentence. The next few words are fairly clear, and then there is a muffled passage.
HOW’S YOUR wit-count today? Here’s a quiz for the whole family that takes you from Thermopylae to the Mareth Line; from Orpheus to Ellington. Only rule is you mustn’t peek at the answers. To find your score, count two for each question answered correctly.
I wish to congratulate the art editor in regards to the fine setter that appeared on the front page of a recent issue of Maclean’s. What is more, it is the finest setter’s head that has passed my notice. I wish I knew the owner for let me tell you here is one fine dog.
YOUR table may groan this year but it won’t be from the weight of food upon it. Not that it will go bare or the folks around it go hungry for even if you can’t play the Lady Bountiful to your family and friends you can still serve them good plain cooking and make them like it.
THE ranging tank columns and the sprawling mobile warfare of modern invasion have replaced the static trench battles of World War I. Present-day armies fight in three dimensions, where their fathers fought in two; cubic warfare creates new conditions and sets new problems.
Could Be!—A science note describes a comet as “a mass of gas enclosing a lot of stones.” Sounds like a political campaign that’s wandered off into space.—Sault Ste. Marie Star. Little Iron Man—A Hollywood photo shows an actor’s child of two solemnly playing golf.
WE READ recently that some gloomy individual feared a world overrun by mice unless something was done to ease the growing shortage of mousetraps. While Mickey Mouse has never struck us as a probable world dictator, we were sufficiently impressed by the thought to discuss it with the Toronto Humane Society.