WE ALL think of Canada as a free country. Lately there has been cause to wonder if we’ve any right to that proud title. In a free country no man can be imprisoned without a speedy hearing in open court, or the right to bail. In Lachute, Que., men were imprisoned without bail for leading a strike.
IT IS doubtless true that 100 Polish girls are better off working for minimum wages in the textile mills of Beauce County, Que., than they were in a Displaced Persons’ camp. This may have justified Mr. Ludger Dionne’s own procedure in bringing them in.
TN THE standard Canadian vacation practically everybody has a nice restful time. Father’s two weeks with pay give him a little fishing or a spot of golf; the children can have fun doing anything or nothing around a lake shore. That takes care of everybody except Mother. All she has to do is cook with a wood fire instead of gas or electricity, heat all the washing water on top of the stove, and order her groceries in threeday lots.
MOST of the time the production of Editors’ Confidence is a bleak and mildly fraudulent occupation. We strain and grimace for several hours in an attempt to glamourize our contributors; but deep down in our hearts we know that all too many of them run to hornrimmed spectacles, 38 waistlines, nervous ulcers and other common literary deformities.
Charlotte Whitton (“The Exploited Sex,” Maclean’s, April 15) has failed to look into some of the aspects of the case. A local branch of a bank here has had to employ five women to replace three men, thus making the place very crowded. Women take a lot more time off for sickness than men.
I HATE the plague of war as much as any doctor hates an epidemic of disease. However, we don’t avoid either war or disease by treating them as subjects too painful to talk about. Indeed, by such ostrichlike behavior we encourage their development, while remaining unprepared adequately to prevent them or to deal with them.
DO YOU walk in your sleep? Have you wakened with a start to find yourself reaching into the refrigerator at 2 a.m., or strolling fully dressed on a strange street in the early dawn? Do you frighten your family by drifting through the darkened house like a wandering spirit?
Climb into the caboose of 404, crack priority freight, and take a railroader's ride across the roof of Canada
FOUR-O-FOUR, the CNR’s daily east-bound fast freight, was out of Transcona, the Winnipeg freight yard, at exactly one o’clock of a late spring Sunday morning on the second half of its trans-Canada run. The Mikado-type low wheeler, 3566, was on the head end, hauling 60 loaded cars and a caboose about 3,900 tons of train.
They called him a white man's tame boy. But when death crept out of the night, he met it with Stone Age weapons
HOLT leaned forward slightly in his veranda chair. “Desert outfit,” he said. The man on the other side of the table, with its bottles of lager and glasses, looked along the sun-baked street. “Sure. Right out of the nevernever.” He continued to watch the string of camels with their black riders; but a frown was gathering on Holt’s squarish brow.
Paris . . . London . . . Rome . . . New York . . . This writer tried them all, but it’s Montreal she loves
MONTREAL is the town for me. I have lived in many places—Hamburg, Paris, Berlin, London, Rome, Zurich, New York, Toronto and Ottawa among them—and Montreal is my city. I love it for many reasons: because it is a city on a hill; because there are soft undertones of Paris along its grey streets and ocean ships at anchor along miles of harbor, and because there are peasants and their wagons in a great market place.
IT SEEMS rather paradoxical that Fred Davis, who has been taking pictures for newspapers for 30 years, a rough and ready business at its best, should have acquired a gratifying reputation and a satisfying share of the nation’s wealth by clinging to the battle cry of those gentle young men, the Boy Scouts.
VICTORIA, which prides itself on being “a little bit of Old England” (to quote the tourist literature), this year took what many Victorians consider a most un-Victorian step. It took the helmets off its guardians of the law and transformed them from picturesque bobbies into plain North American cops.
WHO WOULD not be a politician at £1,000 a year? It. is true that you have to pay a secretary, contribute to all sorts of charities, pay for your stationery, postage, telegrams and telephone calls and if there is anything left the Chancellor collects income tax on it.
Talk of a "planned depression" in the U. S., which might help prices here. And how the CCF stole the show in l’affaire Dionne
THE MAN WITH A NOTEBOOK
ACCORDING to Ottawa experts the Canadian cost of living is near its postwar peak By the end of this month they expect the index to be about 135. Toward the end of the year they think it may hit a high of about 140, then level off or even slip a bit.
Uncle Bagley didn’t mean to backslide..but a coon, a moon and a hound-dog tune played hob with him
I HAD to attend the Sewing Circle because Aunt Kate said that her nephew could not dodge his mortal duty. Mrs. Hilderly came first, and made a beeline for Aunt Kate’s softest chair. “Land o’ Goshen, Kate,” she said, “it’s a shame, the awful prices you have to pay for the few things you get nowadays.”
Bermuda-bound on a honeymoon, the Richelieu River eels caught by Jean Thuot end their trip on NY tables
SOME YEARS ago a sewer in the town of Iberville, Que., became blocked about 700 feet from its outfall in the Richelieu River. “Let’s get Jean Thuot,” said the Sewers Department foreman. “He knows what to do about this.” One hour later the sewer had been cleared and the water was flowing smoothly.
Em was smart at selling smartness to Other women—but it took love to sell smartness to Em herself
THE OFFICE was as modern as a cabin in tomorrow’s space ship. The desk was a slab of black glass with no drawers and stainless steel tubes for legs; the chairs were ingenious ovals of steel with little English sidesaddles for seats; the lounge was an illustration out of solid geometry; and the rug was pure, pure white, like the motives of Cynthia Inc., which existed only to beautify the human female and not at all for profit.
Wind-whipped waters and hot still days...Tourists, oldtimers and young Canadians sharing a vast, wild land
YOU REALLY haven’t arrived until you’ve sat on the wharf for two hours, the lazy sound of Ojibway drawl about you, the sun hot upon your head, the pine tang so strong even above the dock fumes that your lungs nearly burst with excitement, listening to Ted Guppy’s repeated salty assurances that you’ll be leaving in a moment, now.
Europe’s Fascists, Reds and "me-firsters" now sing loudly of democracy. It’s the thing to do while Uncle Sam pays the piper
L. S. B. SHAPIRO
ROME—Early in the war, according to an amusing legend, a Portuguese merchant arrived in Budapest. One evening at dinner he enquired of a Hungarian friend: “Has Hungary got a navy?” “No,” replied the Hungarian. “Then why is the Regent, Admiral Horthy, an admiral?”
Mountain Music — 500 pipers will play at Hamilton Ontario Scottish games. Something awful is always happening at Hamilton.— Brandon Daily Sun. Nature’s Device—It’s alarming how many men owe their lives to the fact that most women shoot with their eyes shut.
WE’RE GLAD to say we have the following capital report from an eyewitness, an Ottawa Citizen reporter, who solemnly swears that on or about a recent midnight the following events transpired on Sparks Street: A motorcar collided with the tail end of a trolley.