In the first instalment of Grain we were introduced to Gander Stake, the youngest son of a hard-working, hardheaded pioneer Western farmer. We followed his career at school, watched him grow in the ways of the soil. Now the shadow of the war creeps over the waving wheat fields, to rouse vague wonderings in the mind of this son of the prairie.By ROBERT STEAD53 min
To John Outram, preacher, the Gospel was not bound by leathern covers. He read it in every good and perfect thing. And when the path to happiness led away from a stately spire and the plaudits of his fellows, he trod it with one on whom Beauty, too, had laid its spell.By BENGE ATLEE31 min
Question—Are there any books that explain the different kinds of stocks, common stocks, bonds, etc.?—A.R.T., Toronto. Answer—Hartley Withers’ “Stocks and Shares” would be an admirable book to teach the elementary principles of speculation and investment with particular stress on the various terms used in stock exchange operations.
Few Canadians who live east of the Ottawa or west of Lake of the Woods have heard of The Penny Bank of Ontario and yet that institution handles the accumulated coppers of over 90,000 juvenile capitalists. As a bank it is unique, for it pays no dividends and its directors serve for “honorariums of nothing.”By J. E. MIDDLETON6 min
Every grown-up male is, at heart, a baby turned unwilling man. Never before had Peter realized this truth so strongly as when his little son defended with such stoutness the infant throne he was forced to abdicate.By MAXWELL ALEY22 min
This and That about Canadians Here and There. SOME TIME ago, when the translation of the Hon. C. A. Dunning to Ottawa made it necessary to choose a new premier for Saskatchewan, the names of three of his ministers were on everyone’s lips. The premiership lay between the Hon. J. G. Gardiner, who subsequently was chosen, the Hon. C. AM. Hamilton and the Hon. S. J. Latta.
One day after he had finished a cricket match at the Rosedale ground, Toronto, George S. Lyon leaped a fence to a neighboring golf course—he was in his thirty-ninth year—and, throwing away his bat, picked up a driver for the first time in his life.Next summer he went through to the semi-finals of the Canadian amateur golf championship. That’s the kind of athlete he is!By JAMES A. COWAN18 min
INVARIABLY we meet in the street car going to the office each morning. Personally unacquainted, by reason of this day in and day out meeting I have come to feel that I know him—though we never speak a word to each other. I have watched him in winter and in summer, and it is always the same.By J. HERBERT HODGINS6 min
In order that readers of MacLean’s might know just what the fisheries patrol of the Royal Canadian Air Force in northern British Columbia is and does, Miss Bell accompanied one of the pilots on a regular trip out from Prince Rupert. Her story of this flight, and her report of the service rendered by the Air Force in protecting the forests of the middle and far western provinces are both contained in this article.By DOROTHY G. BELL17 min
Bare floors for beds, frigid rides behind jaded horses, payment in dried apples for goods supplied—such was often the lot of the men who preceded the steel in blazing the trails for Canadian industry. Many of them, after forty years and more of service, are still carrying on.By S. S. MOORE13 min
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