IT IS much too late for this nation to retrieve in full the honor and dignity it so carelessly cast aside to convict Kurt Meyer of war crimes of which he could not have been convicted under any tolerable code of justice. But those who respect justice are entitled to ask at least that the shameful auspices under which he was jailed shall not now be atoned by releasing him under even more shameful auspices.
ZOE BIELER (rhymes with dealer) got her start as a writer like many another Maclean's contributor, with a college paper. Hers was Ubyssey. She found time to write The Cops Who Change Diapers, on page 22, while her two small children were sleeping.
IN THE many years that I have been writing this letter I have tried to depict the political drama not only in the terms of actual events and scenes in the House of Commons but in the trends which make themselves felt long before they appear on the surface. As far as procedure and tradition are concerned the old Mother of Parliaments might still be enjoying the spacious days when Pitt and Fox and Walpole directed its destinies.
THANKS in part to Rodney Adamson, Progressive Conservative MP for York West, the Government has taken another hard look at its own screening machinery in "security” cases. There will be no change in the basic policy (Adamson’s suggestion of a “loyalty board” on the U. S. model has been definitely turned down) but there will be some important changes in method.
WHEN Dr. Robert Greig, a thirty-eight-year-old war veteran who graduated in dentistry last spring, faced his first patient the determination which had carried him through six years of hardship as a student suddenly deserted him. Excusing himself he left the patient, a woman, and walked from the sun porch, where he had set up his office, through the living room where his four children were playing to the kitchen where his wife, Velma, was baking.
MOVIE CENSORSHIP: The Scandal You Take For Granted
GEORGE HILLYARD ROBERTSON
UNLESS you live in Newfoundland or Prince Edward Island there is a man in your province who has the power to prevent you from seeing any film, or any part of any film of which he, personally, does not approve. Although his salary is paid by your taxes he may refuse to tell you the name of the pictures he forbids you to see, and he doesn’t have to give you any reason for his actions.
It’s a fact that alcoholism among Jews is twenty times more rare than among some gentile groups. Scientists are trying to discover why this is and when they do they may find the answer to a growing social problem
ALCOHOLISM is becoming an increasingly serious social problem in Canada. There are at least two hundred thousand intemperate drinkers in our midst, including sixty thousand chronic alcoholics. In 1927 there were 31,171 convictions for drunkenness.
Near Drumheller you drop five hundred feet and sixty million years into the weird canyon of the badlands, graveyard of prehistoric monsters. Yet "up on top" no one mind that most Canadian haven't heard about this great tourist attraction
EIGHTY-EIGHT MILES northeast of Calgary the bland prairie reaches of Alberta are split by a valley as extravagantly fantastic as a Salvador Dali canvas. Called by Canadian artist A. Y. Jackson “the most paintable valley in western Canada” its ravaged canyons and grotesquely regimented formations are every bit as spectacular as the Grand Canyon.
Let one of Canada's most expert worriers tell you how to fret successfully. Move up on the edge of your chair, select a fingernail to gnaw on and enjoy yourself
ROBERT THOMAS ALLEN
I'VE ALWAYS been a sucker for books on self-help and, one lunch hour recently when I came across Dale Carnegie's How to Stop Worrying and Start Living, I soon sat with the book open beside a plate of fried scallops, chuckling away with Mr. Carrier, of Syracuse, N.Y., whose stomach and insides used to twist with worry until he learned to Face The Worst Possible Thing That Could Happen To Him; nodding my head in agreement with the public relations and advertising director for the Adcrafters Printing and Offset Company Inc., who worried himself into a spasmodic transverse colon by not Dividing His Time Into Daytight Compartments; and vowing that from now on the new carefree Allen would take over.
Conn Smythe got his start with a bet on a hockey game and he’s been gambling ever since — so well that there hasn’t been an empty seat at a Maple Leaf home game for a solid five-year span
CONN SMYTHE has been the driving force behind professional hockey's most successful team, the Toronto Maple Leafs, for twenty-five years and has sold his product so well that there was not an empty seat in Maple Leaf Gardens, the spotless arena of which he is president and in which his team plays its home games, for any NHL game between Feb. 27, 1946 and Nov. 7, 1951.
Rumford Thorne couldn't write unless he was mad. And it was Tremaine's job to get him mad. But one soft April night she learned that
SENECA GRADISH sat in his office and watched some pigeons making love on the window sill. Spring had burst forth in the street below with the flash of convertibles and the airing of poodles. All around Seneca’s sanctum the cogs of Hornaday House were turning briskly; there was something seasonal in the watery smiles of the book editors, the jaunty assurance of authors demanding higher royalties and the feverish clatter of the publicity department’s typewriters.
They don’t carry guns but Canadian policewomen like Montreal’s Marguerite Cloutier have proved themselves highly effective on special jobs where the clomp of a harness bull would give the game away
THE FORTUNE teller worked in a small back room off a Papineau Street restaurant near the waterfront in Montreal's east end. As she shuffled the cards she looked at the two girls sitting opposite her, the tall dark-eyed one who’d asked to have her fortune told was probably unmarried since her ring finger boasted no ring —obviously a white-collar worker: the gabardine suit neatly pressed, the shapely hands well cared for.
7.25 P.M.—Wife leaves for meeting on Child Guidance at friend’s house. Says be sure to get children in bed by 7.45, good-by. 7.26—He decides to make immediate start at getting children to bed. Looks for children. 7.29—Sees children in backyard.
NOT LONG AGO sixty-year-old John Pryde was tugging away at a wrench on a transformer tie rod in the Westinghouse plant in Hamilton, Ont. The wrench slipped and he skinned his fingers. He threw the tool down, stomped over to the bench, yanked a printed form off the bulletin board and wrote: “They should have socket wrenches for tightening transformer tie rods.”
I‘m tired of calendars depicting Barnyards, bridges, babies. Horses, trains, and mountain lakes. Dogs with fleas or rabies: Barefoot boys with fishing poles. Cottages with flowers. Ruins, ships, kid-teacher scenes. Cats resembling ours.
A yawning chasm never sleeps, The dying year will have no shroud, The autumn sky which softly weeps, Sheds saltless tears from eye-less clouds; The smiling valley has no lips. The singing river has no throat. The driving gale can wield no whips. And . . . Vested Interests wear no coat;
ACROSS THE WIDE MISSOURI: Clark Gable as a "squaw-man" in an energetic but confusing outdoor yarn about beaver trappers and Indians. A multilingual Frenchman (Adolphe Menjou) laboriously translates every redskin utterance; and I, for one, got fairly bored with this palavar after the first half hour.
Sugar, Daddy?—A small town is where, when you find a girl eating dinner with a man old enough to be her father, he is.—Brandon (Man.) Daily Sun. Odd Man Out—By Party order, American Communists hereafter will not meet in gatherings larger than three persons.
VANCOUVER schoolteacher who lives in an apartment block woke early one morning and was pottering around in her kitchenette in wrapper and curlers when she found that she had no cream for her coffee. Her milkman wasn’t due till eleven but another dairy also serviced the block and its milkman made his rounds earlier.
Thanks to Maclean’s for publishing the true report on the De Bernonville affair (Nov. 15). What a disgrace to Canada that we have in our midst those who schemed to smuggle him in and actually and deliberately condoned his actions.—Laurence Fryer, Calgary, Alta.