IN THE Canadian Forum, Professor James Mavor, head of the Department of Political Economy at the University of Toronto, writes entertainingly of Mrs. Asquith’s book: “The psychology of Mrs. Asquith and of her Autobiography cannot be understood without realizing that her ‘unfettered’ youth was spent in the country, isolated from the county families in the neighborhood of her father’s estate and isolated from the country folk.By JAMES MAVOR6 min
IT WAS the first time he had ever seen his son’s wife. Peering at her with his inscrutable eyes he searched for sign of that fear which he had decided she would show as did all others who sought his favors or his forbearance; for when they had named him “Iron Face” Foulds they had named him well.By CHARLES G. BOOTH24 min
ALTHOUGH there were no spectacular developments which might account for the change, it was generally agreed that the first month in the New Year found an improvement in business and financial sentiment. The prevailing mass views of this group of people are somewhat intangible but extremely important part of a country’s opinion, and the fact that the pessimism of December appeared to have been appreciably modified was something very much for the general good.
TO-DAY thousands of Canadians, to whom public affairs a few years ago were either a jest or the subject of a ceremonial process at stated intervals, are taking a serious interest in the management of their country and its future. Thousands of men and women are sternly determined that the old political order with its jobbery and corruption; its prostitution of the public interest for private pelf; its vicious political machines and cynical “bosses;” its shameless patronage system in the matter of offices and contracts; shall be banished to the limbo of forgotten things.By T. A. CRERAR19 min
FROM his hut in the tree-top Probably Arboreal looked lazily down a broad vista, still strewn with fallen timber as a result of a whirlwind that had once played havoc in that part of the forest, towards the sea. Beyond the beach of hard, white sand the water lay blue and vast and scarcely ruffled by the light morning wind.By DON MARQUIS17 min
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