OF EVERY ten readers of these lines there will be perhaps one who really understands what food means to our future—and in naming this percentage we are crediting the readers of MACLEAN'S with more than average intelligence. We are all familiar with such slogans as "The Staff of Life," "Food Will Win the War," and "An Army Travels On Its Stomach"—but an acceptance of them, together with a notion that food is something that makes you fat or bilious or strong or dyspeptic constitutes about our philosophy and knowledge of food matters.By WILLIAM FLEMING FRENCH10 min
ON March 13th of this year, Bonar Law, with his daughter, Kitty, and his son, Tony, were spending the day at Cherkeley Court, Lord Beaverbrook's country seat. In the afternoon Edmund Burke, the Canadian baritone, and I motored down for tennis, and for two or three hours we Played various combinations against each other.By Arthur Beverley Baxter23 min
IN writing one of his inimitable screeds for the London News some years ago, Gilbert Chesterton said that in spite of all things—revolutions, wars, earthquakes, social reform, crime, scientific discovery, glorious epochs, and transcendent genius—the most vital and interesting facts to the human individual, birth and death, still remained the same.
IT was Saturday, the hour shortly after noon, said Algernon, tamping the tobacco in his pipe, and I was busy with a fascinating brief that concerned itself with the iniquity of a corporation that was discharging refuse into a drain pipe with as much legal right as had the Germans in Belgium.By C. W. STEPHENS22 min
WHEN MARCIA WAINRIGHT'S father died, he left her with about $1,000, and a very big idea. Almost his last words to her were, “Marry a man with money, my dear. I could not die happy if I believed you would have to join that great army of working girls, and support yourself for years to come.By DOROTHY GAMBER21 min
"THE Angels have come!" exclaimed the Indians at Hay River trading post on Great Slave Lake when two monoplanes landed there on March 12 last. Their astonishment was probably as great as that manifested in 1883, when the first Hudson’s Bay steamer appeared on the northern waterway and the engineer was regarded as a great spirit.
THE COTTAGE stood a little back from the lane, a somewhat uneven and stormbeaten paling marking the line of demarcation between the public way and the private garden. The rambling morning-glories and larkspur, however, took no account of this ineffectual barrier, growing in equal profusion on either side, though on the outer edge somewhat hampered by the flourishing weeds and grasses.By C. M. LINDSAY18 min
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