AYE,” FLOOD REPLIED, "and your bodyguard encountered me also. It’s sorry I am I had to deal with this fellow so roughly.” He indicated the still unconscious man at his feet. “My bodyguard?” she exclaimed. "I think you’re mistaken, Captain Flood.”By BENGE ATLEE32 min
AS MISS PHYLLIS PINCKNEY came out of her hotel on Piccadilly, she saw with a relief truly Canadian that this at least was not to be a rainy day. London had dripped the night before when at the inconvenient hour of eleven the boat train had deposited her, her aunt, eleven trunks, a Pekingese dog and a sleepy maid in the dreary vastness of Waterloo Station.By MAXWELL ALEY27 min
DARLING, I won’t be home to dinner tonight,” Bab remarked sociably. Sitting cross-legged on the foot of Dick’s bed, she went on daintily but thoroughly consuming coffee and toast and marmalade from a tray. She balanced the tray with dexterity on the daffodil silk of her pyjama knees.By VIRGINIA DALE24 min
LONDON journalism was in a bewildered condition. Lord Northcliffe strode the scene like a colossus. His Daily Mail had emerged from the war with a huge circulation and immense prestige. Northcliffe had attacked Kitchener in the war and had exposed the scandal of the shell shortage.
THE DIFFERENCE between a salesman and a trader is about a hundred years in experience. Nowhere is this difference more manifest than in the record of United States private investments in foreign countries during the eleven years between the Armistice and the Wall Street débâcle of 1929.By G. R. STEVENS18 min
I’D BEEN out of town all day, delivering down the cheese factory road, so it was near quitting time when I headed the old truck down First Avenue toward the warehouse. And the farther downtown I got, the plainer I could see that the citizens of sleepy old Mapleton had come to life with a bang.By HUBERT EVANS17 min
IF MR. R. B. BENNETT were a Rousseau or a St. Augustine or a H. G. Wells and sat down to write his autobiography or his “confessions,” what would he tell? What would he reveal of the motives or processes which, almost overnight, seemingly have transformed him from orthodox conservatism into a crusading radical?By M. GRATTAN O'LEARY9 min
IF THERE’S an international accord on anything, it’s found in the observation of meal time. True, there are national, local and even individual interpretations of the rite of eating. And there are, of course, diets. But a diet is something different again.By HUGH GRANT ROWELL9 min
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