IT DOESN’T take much of a memory or much of a nose to catch the scent of familiar and palpable dangers in Canada’s current method of recruiting for military defense. The method differs in detail from the methods we used in the two world wars. But in essence it’s the same old Army game—the same attempt to sustain the illusion that when a nation calls its men to duty, only those who feel like doing so need respond.
TOP - LEVEL Co-ordination Note: Recently the U. S. Navy wanted the ocean schedules of Canadian National and Canadian Pacific ships. They sent an enquiry to the Canadian Joint Staff in Washington. The Canadian Joint Staff man didn’t know, so he forwarded the enquiry to the Joint Planning Committee (tri-service) in Ottawa.
I AM writing this letter from a hotel in the pleasant seaside community of Le Touquet, France, where I am visiting for a few days— my first trip to France since the winter of 1939-40. Before the war Le Touquet was a favorite resort of rich Britons.
Even while the guns thunder from Asia this searching analysis shows the peril in Europe where fear is stronger than the will to fight
PARIS—Recent headlines, easily read by the light of flames from a cold war suddenly turned hot, have directed the world’s attention to Korea and the rest of Asia. But Europe is still the hottest, most dangerous area in a world full of danger.
WHEN I was 11 years old my father, Sam McLarnin, gave me two pairs of boxing gloves. I tied the laces together, slung the gloves across the back of my neck and started down the street. Our street was Union Street, not far from the docks in Vancouver.
THE SUMMER of 1949 wasn’t the best time for my first trip to China. And the straggling, hilly little town of Pehpei ("pronounced BayPay) wasn’t the most serene place to live for eight months. But history swirled by me in Pehpei as I watched. I arrived when the Chiang Kai-shek regime was still in power.
Something was always happening in this Victoria boardinghouse. There were the evacuee twins who drank the Major’s whisky; Reggie Carstairs who got excited and proposed to Miss O’Hare; and Irma Grant who looked like a horse, but who could foretell the future
ONLY in Victoria, B.C., could my boardinghouse, The Larches, have existed. It was a very solid and rather dismal-looking house of peculiar and indeterminate architecture. When I went over to look at it, it was painted a dingy grey and looked rather like the half-submerged structure of a battleship.
While thousands are killed and maimed each year on our roads several provinces still hand out driving licenses like dog tags. In fact, one man did get a license for his dog. Here is a dramatic demand for strict tests to keep the unfit off the road
AN OLD man shuffled into the office of an oculist in Toronto recently. “I think I need glasses,” he said. Examination revealed he had less than 50%, vision. “Glasses won’t help you much,” the oculist told him. “You need a surgical operation.” He took the man’s arm and led him to a couch.
Canadians of two cities have jammed night clubs to bear this coffee-colored charmer who made almost $400,000 last year. This is all because she sings her throaty songs to YOU
LESLIE F. HANNON
SHE came threading her way quickly through the overcrowded Fiesta ROOM in Toronto's Prince George Hotel, into the haze of cigarette and cigar smoke and the splutter of applause. She gave no sign of acknowledgment; just walked up to the microphone standing on the dance floor and started to sing.
Men the size of haystacks half-killing each other for her favors-what chance had a soft-soapin’ preacher?
I WAS about 10 years old, and in the third reader when Beth McCurdy come to teach at Golgotha school. I’ll never forget that third reader. It was one of them old McGuffy kind, and had a story about some dwarfs that lived in a coal cellar. Now, I didn’t think much of them dwarfs—them being so little.
Once these birds would blot Out the sun in Eastern Canada. Then the hunters went to work with guns and nets and a wanton fury. Soon the last passenger pigeon in the world died in a cage in Cincinnati
IN MAY, 1860, an English traveler and sportsman, W. Ross King, stopped off at Fort Mississauga, near Niagara, on a tour of Eastern Canada. One dawn he was awakened hurriedly by his servant. “The pigeons are flying, sir. You must see it.” King wrote in his diary: “Hurrying out, I as amazed to behold the air filled, the sun bscured by millions of pigeons . . . a vast mass a mile or more in breadth and stretching before and behind as far as the eye could reach.
Clams, lobsters, oysters, salmon, shad, sole — even the words are good enough to eat. This Maritimer takes you to a traditional shore dinner that’s cooked between seaweed, then tells you how to duplicate the dishes in your own kitchen
FIVE hundred delegates to a Trades and Labor Congress convention loosened their belts and stretched out on the white sand. A gentle breeze sang through the tall pine trees behind them, and New Brunswick’s St. John River meandered along in front.
Leprosy has been the world’s most feared disease for centuries but this missionary went into Africa to find there’s no foundation for blind fear and that new drugs show promise of a cure
THE REV. ARTHUR PAYTON
I SHALL never forget Rosa. She was very short and stocky and her clothes had been repaired so often it was impossible to tell which was patch and which original cloth. Her white hair contrasted sharply with her wrinkled black skin. She was about 70.
NORMAN MCLAREN, who tells on page 10 about the coming of the Communists to the town of Pehpei where he was working for UNESCO, was known to his Chinese friends as “Ma.” This was the closest they could come to the name he acquired by being born to Mr. and Mrs. McLaren of Stirling, Scotland, 36 years ago.
ABBOTT & COSTELLO IN THE FOREIGN LEGION: Only once or twice does this loud Algerian farce recall the robust flavor of the partners' first big hit ("Buck Privates," 1940). Reconmmended, though, for juveniles and other A & C addicts. THE BLACK ROSE: Tyrone Power, as a 13th-century English adventurer, survives Mongolian tortures and wins the approval of his Norman masters.
VANCOUVER bank clerk looked up from his work and spotted a wallet which a customer had left on the circular desk in the middle of the bank. He was amazed to find the wallet contained $800. He turned the money over to the bank, which advertised the find; but when two years passed with no claimant the clerk asked for the $800 back.
THE MIGHTY monarchs of the sea—battleships and ocean greyhounds—are interesting, but a whole flotilla of smaller craft of fact and fiction are remembered out of all proportion to their size. Here, for example, is a group of 15, together with four possible persons associated with each.
ONE afternoon in the summer of 1876 Queen Victoria, a majestic, but roly-poly, little figure, watched from a wicker chair on the lawn of her castle at Windsor while 12 white Canadians played against 12 Caughnawaga Indians in the only lacrosse match she ever saw.
Come up for the week end — it’s barrels of fun! It’s the place for a man who’s athletic. Get out of yourself and get into the sun— Be healthy, alive, energetic. There’s grass to be mowed that’s been waiting for weeks, And a chance to get really acquainted
"Frankenstein Mask. A greenish, lifelike, terrifying likeness of the famous monster. Lots of fun at parties . . ." -Advertisement. When conversation lags and dies, When Twenty Questions languish, Look in the hostess' haunted eyes And there read utter anguish.
After reading Blair Fraser’s “Uncle Sam Thinks We Let Him Down” (Backstage at Ottawa, Sept 1) I was a bit riled, so I read it again to make sure I had not misunderstood it. Now I’m really riled. This please-excuse-usfor-living attitude toward Uncle Sam has got to stop right now if Canada is to preserve the dignity of a free and independent member of the Commonwealth of Nations . . .
Russian Form Is “No”—News item reports that a Russian visiting the United States said he thought “Okie dokie” was the feminine form of “okay.” Someone should have told him the feminine form of “okay” was “maybe.” — Kingston WhigStandard.
WE’VE heard about an Ottawa restaurant proprietor who picks his dishwashers for muscles, not looks, but who found himself increasingly aware of the curvaceous figure of a girl he had recently hired. Then one day he took a second look, became convinced she was even more curvaceous than she had been the day before, and promptly called the cops.