WHEN Gratien Gelinas’ widely heralded play, Ti-Coq, limped back from New York recently, impoverished and rejected by the stony heart of Broadway, a great number of Canadians felt they were in the presence of a national catastrophe. To many who have yearned for the day when Canadians might write, paint, act and sing for all the world and win the world’s applause, Ti-Coq’s failure in New York represented a tragedy far greater than the tragedy of one more local boy who didn’t make good in the big city after all.
WAGNER’S "Ring,” which will soon be heard at Covent Garden Opera House, ends with "Gotterdammerung”—or to give the English translation, "the Twilight of the Gods.” This last opera of the involved cycle opens with the lovely rippling music of the Rhine Maidens then progresses half way to the death of Siegfried whose corpse is carried off stage on a shield.
YOU can still get up an argument any time in Ottawa on the question. “Who’s going to be the next Liberal leader?” But, as the crisis deepens, the argument becomes more and more academic. Prime Minister St. Laurent is more and more likely to stay on for another term.
Openly controlled by Communists, the Mine-Mill Union doggedly holds its grip on one of Canada’s most vital industries. Its domain includes a carefully guarded heavywater plant in the B.C. mountains. An anti-Communist rival claims a majority of the workers, but the Reds are still on top in a fight that could involve our security
IN THE SMOKY little smelter town of Trail, huddled deep in the gnarled recesses of B. C.’s Kootenay mountains, one of the most significant union struggles in modern labor history is being fought out against a backdrop of atomic secrecy, Communist infiltration and charges of political opportunism.
GOOD MORNING, good human beings everywhere . . .” The stout, blue-eyed, grey-haired woman perches on the edge of her chair, plump elbows inch deep in a chaos of scrap paper, stenographers’ notebooks, magazines and mail —opened and unopened.
When you promise to pay tomorrow for the car or fur coat you buy today one of Canada’s 74 credit bureaus is usually asked to dig out a file with your name on it. It tells such things as how you act toward your debts, your job and if you’re happily married
LAST WINTER a Montreal family moved to Vancouver and applied at a store there for a charge account. The request was refused. “We can’t open a ‘charge’ for you at this time,” the credit manager told the man of the house. “We can offer you a revolving account, with a limit of $100, on which you can pay each month.
EXCLUSIVE: Our Navy knows now that Russian submarines scouted Canada’s east coast last summer —INSIDE OUR THREE-MILE LIMIT AND UNDETECTED. And it knows that new high-speed subs could deliver troops, planes, guided missiles and maybe atom bombs for a sneak attack more sudden than Pearl Harbor. Can we prepare our defenses in time?
LAST SUMMER reports of strange submarines sighted off Canada’s east coast—in the Bay of Fundy, off Cape Breton, in Newfoundland’s White Bay and on the Grand Banks—created a rash of newspaper headlines across the country. One such sighting was later explained by the passage of a Royal Navy submarine, but in all other instances the presence of friendly undersea craft was officially denied.
Manhattan’s still a wonderful place to visit but read what it’s like to live there. A New Yorker shows you the litter behind the glitter and the glamour that turns out to be only clamor
THIS night metropolis, clubs and celebrities, famous for is its the skyline, world’s richest and most glamorous city. Generations of writers and countless Hollywood movies have built up such an alluring and exciting picture of it that the average American, and some Canadians, think of it as a high-speed dream city where everything is done better, faster and more easily than in their own hometowns.
THE intermittent clack-clack of the telegraph key and the muffled roar of a hot fire in the stove at the back of the room were the only sounds in the station office. It was warm in here, but outside the deserted platform looked wet and cold and lonely.
At first her trials and errors made her life a daily torture. She lied to get her first job and feared she would never marry. Once, screaming in a theatre, she thought she’d gone mad. Now, like thousands, she thanks modern insulin treatment for "a regulated life, but a good life”
DURING the Christmas rush of 1938, when I was 18 years old, I was clerking in a store on Toronto’s Bloor Street. A woman customer asked about some goods and I said we didn’t have them. “But how do you know? You haven’t looked.” “1 handle this stock and I know we haven’t,” I said.
Sure, you know about French fries. But what about pomme de terre Chatouillard? The potato is really an elegant dandy and not the fat-producing villain they say it is
THERE are few Canadians who don’t eat potatoes at least once a day. Many a rugged citizen has them with every meal. Yet we’re so used to having the spud around we treat it as a kind of drudge—the faithful and neglected Cinderella of the kitchen—overlooking the fact that it is the most versatile of all vegetables and full of beguiling possibilities.
You are 70% water, so you’d better read this article. Maybe afterward you won’t grumble so much when it rains. This continent is headed for a catastrophe unless we stop treating water as an enemy and start protecting it as our best friend
WHEN it rains, grumbling city folk from St. John’s to Victoria turn up their coat collars, snap on their rubbers and wish someone would turn off the tap. Many farmers, too, kept out of their fields by a downpour, gripe away and start worrying that their crops will miss the market.
BONNIE PRINCE CHARLIE: The stimulating possibilities offered by Scotland's gallant Young Pretender are only feebly exploited in this garrulous screenplay starring David Niven. The Highlands, though, look mighty handsome in Technicolor.
LIKE most of the rest of those unlucky New Yorkers he writes about on page 16, Harry Henderson comes from a small town. He began his writing career in Kittanning, which is on the Allegheny River about 45 miles above Pittsburgh. He worked on several Pennsylvania newspapers before going to the big town where he has spent the last 15 years writing magazine articles.
I would like to compliment your magazine on its Feb. 15 issue which I feel is exceptionally good. The articles on “World Report” are most informative, and it is heartening to find a Canadian publication with such a large circulation as Maclean’s endeavoring to give to its readers a clear picture of the world situation today and where Canada stands.
THINGS are so quiet up at Glacier, B.C., the railroad summit of the Selkirks, that even a house cat will go a long way to stir up a little excitement. A section foreman reports he was sawing wood outside his cabin one morning and his cat was scouting for small game when a black bear ambled into the yard with her cub.