June 1, 1951

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Fiction

To Paris with Love

IT WAS Esther Elliott’s trip abroad that started it. If Esther hadn’t succumbed to the lure of the travel-folders or, rather, the snob-appeal of a European vacation, Ginny Curtis would have gone on dreaming and reminiscing of Paris as all girls in a strange and lonely city dream of their home town. By JEAN DeWITT FITZ

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WE FOUND THE LAST WILD WEST

ONE AFTERNOON as we worked in the corral Pan skidded a fence log into place, dropped Big George’s shank, unhooked his rope singletree, and walked over to me. “Sit down, friend,” he said. “The time has come to do some heavy thinkin’ and some fast actin’. By RICHMOND P. HOBSON JR.

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CORPORAL DUNPHY’S WAR

ON THE WEIRD cone-shaped hills of Korea, scar shovel and blackened by fire, there is no room for in the mass. The war is being fought not by d or even battalions, but by tiny handfuls of weary men cl their way up to the high ground. It is not a colonel’s wa general’s war as much as it is a section leader’s war, and i the shoulders of hundreds of section leaders that success or inevitably rests. By PIERRE BERTON

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THE HAPPY BAKER OF OTTAWA

EARLY IN 1933, at the bottom of the depression, Cecil Morrison, a forty-three-year-old penniless baker, took over a derelict bakery on Ottawa’s Echo Drive. His landlord trusted him for two hundred dollars—the first month’s rent. Morrison had a reputation for being a mean and ruthless businessman who lied about prices, exploited his employees, and who stepped on anyone who got in his way. By SIDNEY KATZ

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SEOUL’S THE SADDEST CITY IN THE WORLD

THIS IS A carcass of a city. Shattered Seoul, once the mecca of Korea, lies inert along the broad, debris-strewn Han River, a lifeless metropolis, without food, without fuel, without power, without water, virtually without people and almost without hope.

A MACLEAN'S FLASHBACk

The Scamp Who Became the Great Physician

IN A BACKWOODS parsonage at Bond Head, Ont., almost a hundred years ago, a mild scholarly preacher raised a remarkable group of sons who were to carry the family’s name to distinction in the highest business and professional spheres of their time. By IAN MACNEILL

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EVER EAT Haman Taschen?

A FEW WEEKS AGO my husband and I attended a party at the home of a new acquaintance. Our hosts weren’t Jewish, yet - half the things on the buffet table could be classified loosely as “Jewish food”—things like the loaf of fresh black pumpernickel, the spicy salami, the fragrant herring in wine sauce, the golden cheesecake and the thick slices of halvah, that succulent, mouth-watering confection made of sesame seeds and honey. By DOROTHY SANGSTER

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SUMMER PLAYGROUND

CRYSTAL BEACH is a jumbo-sized permanent amusement park surrounded by a summer colony on the weedy north shore of Lake Erie, ten miles west of the Peace Bridge, which spans the Niagara River between Fort Erie and Buffalo. As a lyrical little folder put out by Crystal Beach says: “It’s an international mecca where the work-a-day world seems to fade and the health-giving rays of the friendly sun make your holidays a dream that came true. By THOMAS WALSH

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WOMEN HAVE NO SENSE OF HUMOR

WHEN I WAS six I said to a little girl who lived next door, “1 bet I can stand two inches away from you and you can’t touch me.” “How?” she asked. “By standing behind a door.” I laughed so hard that marbles and chestnuts rolled out of my pants pockets. By ROBERT THOMAS ALLEN

LONDON LETTER

THE IRON CHANCELLOR OF FROGNAL GARDENS

ABOUT a mile and a half north of where I live there is the Borough of Hampstead, known principally for its pond and its famous pub The Spaniards. It is a favorite abode for authors, actors, company directors and such types as constitute what is called "the upper middle class. By Beverley Baxter

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