AMID THE beguiling horrors of Christmas, Canada’s two largest cities simultaneously hit the jackpot. It began to snow in Montreal and it began to snow in Toronto and what happened to traffic in both those hapless places had to be seen to be believed.
FARLEY MOWAT became severely infected by virus Arcticus when he first went to Churchill in 1935 with his great-uncle to hunt for birds’ eggs. He has visited the north country many times since to gather material for stories like Blizzard in the Banana Belt on page twelve.
AT ANY TIME and for no particular reason except perhaps that the weather might be in a sulky sodden mood, the Baxter family in St. John’s Wood is apt to carry on a debate: “Why live in London when we could live...?” As a native of Vancouver my wife goes all starry-eyed as she describes the blue mountains and the glory of the sea in British Columbia, and when I counter with the delights of life in Toronto I am buried in that scorn which we Torontonians have always endured at the hands of the far westerners.
IT’S NO secret that the Government now wishes it hadn’t put the extra tax on cigarettes, which makes smuggling so inordinately profitable nowadays. But having put on the tax the Government is grimly determined to enforce it as well as possible.
They hanged Riel for his part in the bitterness and bloodshed that swept the Canadian west in its struggle for self-government. Was the métis mystic a murderer or a messiah? A famous Canadian writer takes a sharp objective look at fact and legend
W. O. MITCHELL
ON NOV. 16, 1885, the government of Canada hanged an American citizen as a traitor and a rebel. Sixty-six years later, at Battleford, Sask., the Prime Minister of Canada spoke up in the rebellious traitor’s defense. Instantly, so powerful are the feelings engendered by his name, a storm of hot discussion spread through the west.
THE AFRIKANER Broederbond (Bond of Brothers), a secret society founded “on the Rock of Jesus” with the avowed aim of bringing about the union’s “God-given destiny” —Afrikaner domination over the polyglot races of South Africa—is today the real ruler of the Union of South Africa.
The Arctic circle is an imaginary line but it was very real to the trader in the frozen post, so real that it could be a thing of life and death
I LIVE BESIDE Tuktu Lake, a sterile body of green water set in the heart of the treeless immensity of northern plains called the Barren Lands. There are thousands of lakes like mine in the country around, but Tuktu has two particular distinctions that set it apart from all the rest.
It sounds crazy, but one of the few cities in the world where you can see the skiing grounds from the city hall has only twelve days’ snow a year. Which may help to explain why some people out there ski in lace step-ins
IT IS PARADOXICAL that Vancouver—a city that can expect a scant twelve days of snow a year—should be one of the few towns of its size anywhere in the world where you can see mountain ski slopes from the city hall and reach them in slightly more than an hour.
Why does a man become a parson? How does he go about it? A young Protestant minister tells of the trials and triumphs that came in peace and war when he dedicated his life to his faith
THE REVEREND DAVID S. DUNCOMBE
ONE SUMMER evening in 1941 I overheard some of my fraternity brothers at Columbia University betting I would never be ordained. I heard three-to-one against being offered, with no takers. Now, ten years later, I am a priest of the Protestant Episcopal Church.
Jules Timmins was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and he has since gold-plated it from the fabulous mining ventures he has led. Now he’s the dynamo that’s powering the vast Ungava iron development. Yet even in the town they named for his family, cops and bellboys don’t know his face
TOWARD the end of November last a chunky jut-jawed cigar-toting millionaire called Jules Timmins talked about gold in Noranda, northwestern Quebec, on Sunday; about iron in Montreal on Monday; about steel in Cleveland, Ohio, on Tuesday; about copper in Toronto on Wednesday; about silver back in Montreal on Thursday; and about mining finance in New York on Friday.
Then Maria Colquhoun drove fifty miles to get mushrooms for Elizabeth’s breakfast at Vancouver Island’s Eagle Crest, where millionaires pay fifty dollars a day if their social standing can pass the security check
MRS. MARIA COLQUHOUN, a hearty ruddy Irishwoman who has cooked hash for miners and Scotch woodcock for Princess Elizabeth, feels she knows as much as any living person about the complicated but rewarding business of feeding people who can afford to eat anything they wish.
Retirement bored Winnipeg’s Charles Broley so be started banding eagles. Now seventy-two and scarred from fighting razor-clawed birds atop hundred-foot trees, be is an international authority on
AT FIFTY-EIGHT Charles L. Broley retired after twenty sedentary years as a Winnipeg bank manager—and promptly took on a job so strenuous most men would abandon it in their thirties. That was 1938. Today, at seventy-two, Broley is lithe, steel-muscled, twenty pounds lighter, a good deal tougher, and internationally known for a hobby that demands the agility of a steeplejack, the physique and muscular co-ordination of a trapeze artist, the courage of a commando and the scholarly research of a scientist.
But don’t get on until you’ve read these lively tips on how to take a trip by train
RAILWAY travel is old-fashioned. It’s archaic. It’s safe. Here’s how to take a train. We’ll assume you’ve decided to go someplace by rail. Now, these days you can fly almost anywhere that the train goes. This is the Age of Flight. Progress has got you by the short hairs.
BANNERLINE: The least impressive of Hollywood’s recent batch of newspaper dramas. Cub reporter (Keefe Brasselle) tangles with the underworld after publishing a phony front page which gladdens the dying hours of an old schoolteacher (Lionel Barrymore).
A very strange thing I just found . . . The sun and moon are turned around. The moon comes out at dark of night, When we really need a brighter light, And then the sun comes in the day, When all the dark has gone away.
My heart is set on a riot of color. I'm sold on a rainbow and nothing duller. For living that’s clean as well as gracious, I’ll have my bathroom brilliant, spacious— Where an oriental potentate Might fittingly settle affairs of state, Surrounded by pomp and lush resplendence And several hundred awed attendants.
How to make a little meat go a long way is 2 problem in millions of kitchens today. And the answer is right in your bread-box. Yes, with bread you can build up some famous main dishes using a minimum of meat. You see, bread used in meat dishes absorbs the precious meat juices and acrually enriches the fine meat flavor.
Have just read your article, The Great Vancouver Love Affair (Nov. 15), and I am greatly impressed. I am a former Vancouverite, having lived there for about thirty years. As you say, having lived in Vancouver you’ll be in love with her for life.— Mrs. Janet Wass, Windsor, Ont.
Retire at Twenty—There seems to be only one sure way for everybody to be happy: Just let the old and the young change places.—Chatham (Ont.) News. The Knowing Nose — Add another use for the nose, apart from breathing through it and sticking it in other people’s business: everyone can now pay t hrough it.—Moose Jaw (Sask.) Times Herald.
A SMALL store on the outskirts of Halifax evidently found it difficult to observe the Lord’s Day Alliance Act. Mistrusting his own will power its owner put this notice in his window on Sundays: “The Lord bade us observe the Sabbath. Help us to keep this commandment by staying away.”