THE democratic bloc of the United Nations was both shocked and dismayed when India broke ranks to join Russia and her satellites in the struggle for recognition between Communist and Nationalist China. Regardless of the reasons behind it, Pandit Nehru’s decision to support the Red government of Mao Tzetung could scarcely have come at a worse time.
A FRIEND of ours was recently asked to run for school board in the small town where he has lived since he came back from overseas. When he came to us for advice we referred him to a man we know of who had been active in community work and civic politics for many years.
WAR or no war the Government has not yet abandoned the idea of a universal old-age pension without means test, as recommended by the parliamentary committee in June. Naturally, that doesn’t mean the pension scheme will go through regardless of world events.
IF I KEPT a diary, which I never have done, I would write in it for today: “The sun is shining and there is not a cloud in the sky.” Then if I had the energy I would fill in headlines from the front pages of this morning’s newspapers: EXPERTS WORKING ON ATOM SHELTERS
IN THE little Ontario village of Uptergrove, between Lakes Simcoe and Couchiching, 86 miles north of Toronto, there lives a simple countrywoman who may soon become a focus of world attention. She has what are known as the stigmata—defined by Webster as “marks resembling the wounds on the crucified body of Christ, believed to have been supernaturally impressed.”
LATE ONE raw, wet spring afternoon in 1932 I was driving down University Avenue in Toronto in my $185 Jordan club coupé wondering how I was going to make some money. I had an invalid wife and two growing boys at home in my five-room flat. I had no job and I was broke.
WHEN Dave Limpitt opened the letter he knew he was going to be in more trouble than Flash Gordon could handle with the help of Dick Tracy, six assistants and the free use of an atomic pile. It stuck out between the lines. He was in the process of being harassed by Clem Whiteley and 10,000 Great Outdoor Lovers, female.
LESLIE (“BUTCH”) LEAR is a shrewd and tough young man who, in two short years, has demonstrated that he is one of the best football coaches Canada’s ever had. When he coached the Calgary Stampeders to a Canadian rugby football championship in 1948 the citizens stampeded through the streets, a buckin’ and a whinnyin’ and a hollerin’.
For a few ferocious months Captain John Phillips, renegade Englishman, plundered 34 ships on the high seas. Then his schooner Revenge sailed home with his own pickled head flying at the mast top
CHARLES H. KNICKERBOCKER
THE cruise of the pirate schooner Revenge began at St. Peters (now known as Petty Harbor), Newfoundland on a dark rainy night in August, 1723. The wind howled fiercely through the spruce trees and out on the storm-flecked bay the shapes of fishing boats at anchor could just be distinguished.
A LEADING song hit this fall is a slow haunting folk tune in moderate waltz time called “Goodnight, Irene,” published by the Cromwell Music Corp. of New York. The song and its 32-year-old publisher, Howard Richmond, violate all the rules of the commercial music business.
It is Canada’s greatest hidden treasure. The junkies (sorry, conservation engineers) who ferret it out prize steel scrap above all but even an old bowler hat has its price
THE biggest hidden resource in Canada is junk. The junk business gives jobs to 40,000 Canadians and enjoys a turnover of several hundred million dollars every year. It has made girdles out of old inner tubes, dominoes out of old phonograph records, phonograph records out of old bowler hats and millionaires out of old ragmen.
Speedy planes whisk sportsmen deep into our wildlife wilderness on killing carnivals where once an arduous overland trek was necessary. To protect our game reserves conservation men want to clip the wings of the air-borne hunter
A FEW YEARS ago Canada had thousands of miles of wilderness where the blast of a gun was never heard, a vast unmolested wildlife incubator producing game and fish which helped keep the southern hunted fringes repopulated. Since the war hundreds of air-borne hunters and anglers — both Canadian and American — have launched a blitzkrieg into these last strongholds of Canadian game.
ROBERT THOMAS ALLEN can’t solve THE GREAT WOMEN’S HAIR MYSTERY
Pompadours, permanents, shingles, bell bangs and tint rinses — Bob is lost in a jungle of jargon. He wants to know why the girls can’t drop in at the barber’s and say, “The usual’’
ROBERT THOMAS ALLEN
AFTER 18 years of marriage I've got most of the differences between my wife and myself taped out to the point where I can live with them. There’s one thing, however, that still throws me for a loop. Women’s hair. With a man, hair is just something to get cut off when he begins to notice a peculiar nuzzling feeling at the back of his neck every time he looks up from his work.
AVID readers of whodunits are likely to tell you that you can’t convict a murderer in a case of corpus delicti—if the victim’s body is missing. One of the fundamentals of detective fiction, this principle got the spotlight in a brutal crime at St. Catharines, Ont., in 1946, after a nine-year-old girl vanished two days before Christmas.
TWO HUNDRED Crees of the Enoch band in Alberta stand a good chance of becoming the richest Indians in Canada. They’ve already received about $100,000 for drilling rights on their reserve, 12 miles west of Edmonton, and if the wildcat well that’s going down strikes oil, they stand to get 12½% of the flow.
ANNIE GET YOUR GUN: This tuneful Irving Berlin musical is a honey of a show, even if Betty Hutton does strain a bit in her efforts to knock you right into the aisle. THE ASPHALT JUNGLE: Without any celebrities in the cast, the gifted John Huston unfolds an absorbing tale of a million-dollar safecracking.
Bring me my paper and my pen, Bring me my envelope of fire. That I may heap on sluggish men My righteous and indignant ire. It matters not how vague the cause, How nebulous the charges laid, I fight all wrongs, all unjust laws. My ink is pale but unafraid.
If your readers are satisfied by the type of reasoning embodied in Fred Bodsworth’s article, “Why Half Our High School Students Quit” (Aug. 1), all that one can say is that they are badly in need of the “mental discipline” contained in the “brain-teaser type of education.”
Or Limburger—Lectures on neatness are lost on our young who have learned that if it were not for his untidiness in leaving messes around, the man wouldn’t have discovered penicillin.—Calgary Herald. No Free Dinner Sets, Though — Some American dealers have been giving away free popcorn poppers with television sets.
IT WAS a warm sunny day last summer when Ken Bell met Royal Copeland in deserted Varsity Stadium in Toronto to take the color picture on our cover. This suited Royal fine because he likes the sun. That’s one of the reasons why he goes to Los Angeles every year as soon as his football chores are done in Canada.
AS THE LAST TOURISTS beat southward along the summer migration routes the little northern towns stretch and yawn before pulling up the covers for their long winter sleep. Which recalls the experience of a winter traveler in Northern Ontario who pulled into Smooth Rock Falls sharp at noon and parked his car before the largest restaurant sign in sight.