IN THE FALL of 1929 a rumor drifted out of the far North, out to Edmonton, that a tremendously rich mining field had been discovered in Arctic Mackenzie. Dynamite Bay, the place was called, but apart from a few experts with inside knowledge, no one knew whether Dynamite Bay was the genuine find or just another wild alarum of the mining frontier.By WILLIAM BYRON MOWERY37 min
AND YOU forgot Briercrest. NO, you didn’t forget it, because unless you lived within fifty miles of it, it isn’t likely you ever heard of the place. Briercrest—whose skyline is three narrow high elevators, the square tower of the church and a few houses huddled close to the warm soil.By EDNA JAQUES7 min
THE LITTLE fishing village of San Andorr lies on a rugged and once wild and desolate coast, and its story goes back many years. It goes back to a distant day when a proud sailing ship, sweeping southward from old Russian Alaska, had crashed on that stretch of the Pacific shore known as the Sailors’ Grave, leaving with its wreckage a small group of men, three women and two children.By BERYL GRAY30 min
IT WAS guest night at the big broadcasting station in New York City, and I was scheduled to do something—turn leaves for a musician or one of those big jobs that build up static on the ether. The chief guest was a clever woman doctor who rushed in at the last minute, breathless and doing a little ladylike perspiring.By KATHLEEN MURPHY7 min
NOW, ALTHOUGH I never had much use for him, I do not mind admitting that this Wally McNairn is a pretty fair sort of a sports announcer: that is, if you are fond of sports announcers. Personally, unless they have me tied to a hospital bed like I was for ten long weeks, I will about as soon chew on a rubber heel soaked in beef-juice as a substitute for T-bone, as I will listen to a fight or game by way of the air instead of seeing it for myself, or better still, taking a hand in it.By FRANK MANN HARRIS27 min
IF YOU HAVE ever lived in a small town where the best people amused themselves with croquet tournaments, candy pulls, ice-cream sociables, etc., you will feel perfectly at home in “Judge Priest,” Will Rogers’s latest picture. And if you have never lived in such a town, by the time this picture is over you will feel as if you had.By ANN ROSS6 min
IN SPITE OF the pictures you see in the rotogravure sections of the week-end newspapers, all Canadian ambassadors do not wear high hats. Besides the middleaged gentlemen who put on knee breeches, silk stockings and trick hats to get themselves presented at Court, and who are always having their photographs taken shaking hands with princes and prime ministers on the decks of palatial liners or in dingy railroad stations, there is every year in Europe a sizable delegation of robustious young Canucks who go over tourist or work their way on freighters, and who roam up and down a dozen lands of Continental Europe spreading the fame of Canada and the Canadian people, causing nice things to be printed about Canada and Canadians in numerous queer-looking foreign publications.By FREDERICK EDWARDS15 min
MALE AND female created He them.” Which is just too bad, say the Ministers of Education; let’s forget it. And so they proceed to forget, as diligently as they can, that these boys and these girls have different functions in life; that specialized functions usually involve specialized aptitude; that these differing aptitudes may call for differing modes of development; that a boy is a boy and will grow into a man—restless, adventurous, creative, active, a maker, while the girl under normal conditions grows calm, home-loving, receptive, passive, a user.By A. M. PRATT6 min
I would ignore D. S. D.’s remarks in the September 15 issue but that they are indicative of a mental attitude that makes possible the alienation of dearly won personal liberties. It was centuries before the right to worship as one chose was finally conceded.
NOT SO LONG ago, I listened to a group of women deciding where to hold their next meeting. In the church parlor or the dub room? Yes, that might do. At Mrs. So-and-so’s? Applause. And so that matter was settled. I asked the reason. Was Mrs. So-and-so the town’s social leader?By HELEN G. CAMPBELL14 min
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