THE Ontario Government reports that during the first eight months of this year 1,748,000 United States tourist cars entered the province. In August alone, 128,862 cars crossed the border for a stay of more than 48 hours—an increase of 115% over the previous August figure.
AS WE sense it, the overwhelming mass of Canadian opinion was back of the Dominion Government in its refusal to be intimidated by such demonstrations of violence as occurred in Montreal when gangs of toughs attempted to force butchers to close shop in protest against meat rationing.
A LOT of readers have told us that they were startled by a recent article in Maclean’s which revealed the inability of so many Canadians to answer rather elementary questions about their own country. Many of them think there must be something groggy about our systems of education.
THE picture of the Town Band Practice on the front cover of this issue doesn’t depict any particular town band. There are no portraits in it, so there’s no use trying to identify anybody. Nevertheless, so far as the general idea goes, artist R. York Wilson did have in mind an actual brass ensemble—the Oakville Band, and an uncommonly good band it is.
W. ARTHUR IRWIN has been appointed editor of Maclean’s Magazine, as of Nov. 1. Mr. Irwin has been a member of Maclean’s editorial staff since November, 1925, and Managing Editor since December, 1942. Mr. Irwin succeeds H. Napier Moore, editor since February, 1926.
Commencing the fantastic story of the largest and most skilfully planned prison break of the war
Flt.-Lieut. Tony Pengelly As told to Scott Young
I SPENT almost one fifth of the first 25 years of my life—the time when most people go to university or begin otherwise to fit themselves to make a living—behind German barbed wire. I probably won’t know for years, if ever, exactly how much that five years in a German prison camp cost me in normal progress.
Are you a worry-wart? Dr. Wiggam says: "Relax! Let go of your muscles and your mind will let go of you!"
Albert Edward Wiggam
WOULD you like to get rid of your worries in one fifth of a second? You can do it if you learn to relax. I don’t ask you to do anything with your mind. Just let go of your muscles and your mind will let go of you. You will have a new lease on life; and if you become a really expert relaxer your “nervousness” and worries will vanish instantly.
What’s a girl to do when no male under 50 can see past her medical degree? Molly found the right prescription
DR. MARY FLINT the younger put down the stack of newspapers, without letting them crackle, and tiptoed over to the bed where Dr. Mary Flint the elder lay, her right leg expertly splinted and bandaged. Aunt Mary opened her eyes. “Hello, there,” she boomed cheerily.
he doesn’t bring his colonies up to an even 2,000 he’ll take time off to roll a cigarette and then say: “Funny thing how you fellows always ask that. Well, the answer is that if I said I had 2,000 colonies nobody’d believe me. When I say 1,993 or 2,003, or whatever odd number it happens to be, they think l’ve counted ’em.”
You can't win atomic war, says this eminent military strategist. The victor's take would be one gigantic dust bowl—if any victor were left
Maj.-Gen. J. F. C. Fuller
THIS is an age in which man is obsessed by quantities, magnitudes and measurements, and in consequence, the immense, the monstrous, and the prodigious mold his mind. During six years of war he was taught to measure victory in terms of material things—their tonnage or dollarage—until, like Attila, he saw physical destruction as the sole aim in war.
Our world has shrunk to apple size, with a bruise that is Europe. We on the sound side must help cure this injury, or the rot will envelop us, says Shapiro
L. S. B. SHAPIRO
PARIS (By Wireless)—I have just, travelled from America to Europe in less than 20 hours. There’s nothing to it. The air journey has become commonplace for hundreds like myself to whom governments have extended the privilege of travel under war and postwar conditions.
In the love of a simple man for his broken horse, Olaf, the Swede, found the answer to the riddle of the nameless pass
WHEN a man is packing in the mountains it is a good rule to have in his outfit a white horse. In the evening, at the end of the day’s travel, the horses are turned loose to graze and at sunup the packer goes out on foot to drive them into camp. A white horse can be seen far away on a sidehill, or among the willows on the flats, or showing for a moment deep in the timber, when the bays, roans, blacks or buckskins, making up the rest of the bunch, stand hidden.
ONE EVENING recently 12 men dined in a private room at the Grosvenor House to discuss the future. Leslie Hore-Belisha, defeated at the polls but a politician with both a past and a future, was one of them. There was a high prelate of the Catholic Church; a businessman who had been interned by the Japanese at Shanghai; our host was a Tory M.P.; another guest was the Mayor of a North London borough; there was an Australian publisher; and a member of the Upper House.
PRESIDENT TRUMAN’S “honeymoon” with Congress is definitely over. The relationship between the Chief Executive and the legislative branch has resumed the pattern of Roosevelt’s later years. A loose coalition of Republicans and conservative Democrats blocks almost every proposal which savors of economic or social reform.
OTTAWA would like to get its hands on the numbskull who posted a batch of NRMA men— “Zombies” if you prefer it—to the First Canadian Division on or after V-E Day. Everyone knew the First Div would be first home after the highpoint drafts of summer; anyone might have known, it’s felt here, that there’d be trouble if the First Div included Zombies, who could never see action.
Could a German girl who smiled and played Mozart be dangerous? Lieut. Craigie found that there's more than one kind of booby trap
T HE German town of Felsbaden had not been badly smashed. Lieutenant Hugh Craigie had seen worse in Belgium and Holland. But the ruins in this street of Felsbaden were bad enough to hamper the progress of his jeep, and so he had stopped momentarily for a smoke before tackling the job of finding a way through.
THE bright new world of tomorrow is to be safe for democracy. It promises to respect a man’s right to think what he likes, believe what he likes and do what he likes. Of course none of the artiste who paint glowing pictures of this new world denies the necessity for the restraints which law and order impose on the individual.
THE whole argument of the Cameron-Curtis article is based on three assumptions: (1) that organized labor has a “program which would compel men to associate in labor unions,” and +that the union shop is “the device designed to implement this program”; (2) that a union is like a political party; and (3) that serious differences of opinion within a union are impossible.
Meet Mani Hahn and his wife, Elizabeth Wyn Wood —They’ll carve you anything from a dime to a monument
D. M. LeBOURDAIS
DO YOU know a five-letter word meaning Primitive Art Gone Modern?” If, in the vicinity of Toronto’s Arts and Letters Club, at a concert, or at almost any gathering of artists or musicians, a stocky man, sixtyish, with dose-cropped beard and quizzical, spectacled eyes, flings such a question at you—you may be fairly sure that you’ve met Emanuel (Mani to his friends) Hahn, R.C.A., S.S.C.
Who wrote this song that rivals the poems of Service In Northern esteem? Why, of course, it was Service
IT WAS in the summer of 1930, on a journey down the Mackenzie River, that I first heard that haunting chorus. I heard it again, just before freeze-up, at Cambridge Bay, Victoria Island, in the cabin of the Hudson’s Bay Company’s schooner MacPherson, crooned by the late Otto Torrington, the engineer.
A LITTLE ingenuity goes a long way in meeting the meat situation. Of course we’ve made a good start, with fish to do its stuff in Friday meals and cheese or chicken or another meatless but substantial dish to lord it over Tuesday’s table. Even so, as we can’t go all out for steaks and chops, and whatever the rest of the week, let’s wring the most value from every coupon, and enjoy the satisfaction of sharing this food with people who have less and need it more.
Attention, Ogopogo — Sheffield, where the knives come from in England, reports a cat with wings, and Oklahoma has flying rabbits. In prewar days we were satisfied with sea serpents.—Brandon Daily Sun. Purl One, Drop Two—Knitting is to woman, says a syndicate psychologist, as smoking is to man.
Good Enough—“That’s a bad cold you’ve got,” said one man to another, who was sneezing violently. “What are you taking for it?” “Whisky,” was the reply. “I know something better than that,” said the first man. “But who wants anything better than that!” sniffed the sufferer.
THE after-show crowd was eddying home from downtown Toronto, and in the jam at the streetcar entrance the lad with the old-fashioned but expensive-looking tie clip got separated from his brunette. Halfway down the car—packed as only the vigorous street railwaymen of Toronto Transportation Commission can pack ’em—he found himself immobilized, with the back of a smooth feminine head (blond) brushing his chest.