THE MAN at the bottom of a deep well can only look up to the sky. To a man standing at the North Pole, latitude ceases to be. The lines of longitude converge under his heel. He can only look south, no matter which way he turns. So Scud Bellamy, fiddling with papers on his desk, could see only one thing to do.By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR35 min
THE STRUCTURAL steel worker, like the Freemason, is taught to be cautious, and that is as it should be, for in a manner of speaking they are fellow craftsmen working for the same Architect. The men who claim steel as their mother are tough, hardbitten, with beamy shoulders, corded arms and powerful, spatulate hands.By ARTHUR LOWE9 min
THE ROAD from the ford and the Solanki city that the son of Akbar built, wound up through clumps of palm and tamarisk to the great pipal tree outside the cantonments of the Isulmeer Light Horse, beneath which every evening the native officers of the regiment gathered to smoke and chat.By ALLAN SWINTON31 min
THE OLD garage man who tows in the wrecks on our part of the highway was discussing automobile accidents and their causes the other afternoon. "You know,” he said, “I’ve been thinkin’ that if we had some of that Alphonse and Gaston stuff it’d go a long way keepin’ folks out of hospitals and cemeteries.By EDWARD DIX7 min
JULES PAPINEAU, though a mere sergeant of detectives, had that flair for beauty so characteristic of his race. On more than one occasion his friend, Kent Power, had remarked, “We Anglo-Saxons will be the go-getters of Canada, you French the lamp-tenders of the arts.’By BENGE ATLEE22 min
AMONG the adventurous young blades who came out to New France to carve out a fortune was René Robert Cavelier de la Salle, the son of a wealthy Rouen family. It was said that his mother, a very talkative woman, named him, but was stopped by his father just as she got nicely started.By R. K. HALL6 min
TORONTO THE GOOD had been good enough to me in the old days, and I’m sorry to leave the bright lights and the blondes. But, gosh, a fellow has to make a living somehow, and after I’d spent three months failing to earn a single commission at my business of selling adding machines I began to suspect that people didn't want to buy adding machines just then and I'd better try something else somewhere else.By JOHN HOLDEN18 min
IT COST Samuel Goldwyn something over a million dollars to plant Anna Sten fairly and squarely in the public eye. However, Mr. Goldwyn hasn't been in the movie business all these years for nothing, and there is little doubt that by this time the Anna Sten investment is already paying handsome dividends into the Goldwyn bank account.By CANDIDA5 min
TWENTY-ONE years ago, during what in those days was considered to be quite a depression, and with all the Pacific Coast newspaper proprietors professing satisfaction with the editors they already had, we took a job as a tally clerk on the Vancouver docks.
FOR TWELVE years—in Cuba, in Jamaica, in South Africa, in Peru, and now in Australia—I have been spending one evening of the week in Canada. This is the evening of the day on which the mails arrive. I have not the patience of the exiled Englishman who receives his bundle of papers in the back of beyond once a month, and who opens and reads one paper each morning at breakfast; suffering agonies sometimes, poor wretch, because he cannot learn the result of a cricket match or a murder trial until the following morning.By G. R. STEVENS17 min
SIR ROBERT BORDEN is an extremely distinguished old gentleman who lives in Ottawa and tries not to notice what is going on there. Even in retirement he probably ranks as our most eminent living statesman, although a number of citizens appear to feel that the competition is not very keen.By R. T. L.4 min
IN THE days when the United States was known as the land of the free, one ambition of the city worker was to break away from office and work-bench and have a farm of his own. In country life the man of small means sawopportunity to be his own master, to work when he wished, to grow what he pleased, and, short of breaking the peace, to live his own years beholden to no man.By RAYMOND CLAPPER15 min
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