EACH Christmas, Jean Care, a kindergarten teacher at Forest Hill Village’s South School, is embarrassed by the large number of gifts she receives. Like a freshly fallen avalanche, they are piled mountain-high on her desk and the floor space surrounding it.By SIDNEY KATZ21 min
IT IS NOT inconceivable that some young man or woman now reading this article will live to be a hundred and sixty. It is not inconceivable that scores of young people now reading this article will live beyond a hundred. If this should come to pass it will probably be due in large part to the work of a forty-four-year-old Montreal doctor whose glandular discoveries have brought medical research to a revolutionary turning point.By HARRY HENDERSON19 min
HE HAD ONCE overheard a stenographer refer to him as “that shy young engineer.” Knowing they thought him shy only made him twice as shy and three times as miserable. So Linton Wilk raced through the outer office of the Buckthorne Construction Company as though his brief case held a time bomb set for thirty seconds ago.By JOHN REESE18 min
CANADIAN football customers and executives (or executors) spent more money and expended more enthusiasm on the autumn pastime in 1951 than ever before. And they had to watch more games than ever, with their teams at half strength. The American imports were the highest priced to date, so were the tickets.
ALL THROUGH the election campaign, while the political leaders thundered up and down Britain, placid civil servants in the Treasury were at work producing two massive documents for the new chancellor of the exchequer, whatever his political color.By BLAIR FRASER16 min
THE BRONCO-BUSTIN’, song-writin’, guitar-strummin’ World’s Friendliest Cowboy is a fifty-year-old sad-eyed Maritimer named Wilf Carter. Operating from a five-bathroom, sixty-thousand-dollar home in New Jersey, he is credited with making more records than any man alive, including a sometime cowhand named Crosby.By JUNE CALLWOOD16 min
THE CORRESPONDENT of the Chicago Times, getting his first wink of sleep in forty-eight hours under a table in a shack at Moose River, N.S., was routed out by a phone call from his office. It was the first call into the isolated mining area since the rescue of two of three men who had been trapped in a mine a hundred and forty-one feet underground for ten days.By TRENT FRAYNE15 min
A YEAR AGO I left my home in a little place called Bognor Regis in Sussex, England, and came to Canada as the wife of an Indian whom I’d met while he was stationed in England with the Glengarry Highlanders. Since then I’ve lived with Indians as my family, friends and neighbors at Hiawatha, the reserve of the Rice Lake Indians, fifteen miles south of Peterborough, Ont.By ANNE ROSEMARY PAUDASH12 min
I DO NOT know who was the first man to say that the road to hell is paved with good intentions but it was a profound truth, even if it has lost its edge with overmuch repetition. Here in Britain we look at the march of events and listen to pious exhortations from abroad until we feel like shouting, “In the name of sanity give us a little less idealism and a little more realism.”By Beverley Baxter8 min
QUITE apart, from the issues involved the British election was a fascinating display of electioneering tactics. At least one young Canadian politician, W. H. Kidd, national secretary of the Progressive Conservative Party, chose to spend his vacation here observing the campaign.By BLAIR FRASER7 min
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