THIS IS the story of an obscure but potent branch of the British Army. It is, in fact, the saga of that immortal band, known to some irreverent souls as the Pipe Pushers. I propose to sing this saga myself, because it seems no one else will do so.By WESTON MARTYR
The story: In Boston, Robin Dale, a girl artist, meets Will McPhail, an irresponsible student from Montreal who says he intends to marry her eventually but meanwhile is going to a temporary job in Quebec, where lives his older brother Angus, a thrifty Scotsman who dislikes women.By BEN AMES WILLIAMS
JANET HAD been wondering whether the maid knew. Sometimes she thought she did. That was when Elsie clipped off her “Yes, Mrs. Matho; no, Mrs. Matho,” with peculiar emphasis. Then she would tell herself that Elsie couldn't know because she hadn’t been near during the quarrel.By EVE BURKHARDT
LOOKING BACK on it, Jean decided that things probably hadn’t been any different that day; maybe not even more so. It must have been just the final bale of straw on an already droopy camel. Three telephones rang fitfully, the soprano oftenest.By ANNE WORMSER
THERE'S AN old saying that travel makes you wise in which case the eighteen million Americans who visit Canada each year must return home wise to the fact that Canada is a great country but that Canadians don't know a good thing when they see it.By I. NORMAN SMITH
THE FIRST prince of the blood royal to see the shores of what is now the Dominion of Canada came contrary to orders. Prince William Henry, who later became King William IV, was in command of H.M. Frigate Pegasus when he dropped anchor in Halifax harbor in 1787.By W. J. BANKS
JUST a few simple rules to remember, and anyone can turn out perfect jellies. Desserts, salads, relishes, appetizers, main-course dishes, frozen dishes, candies—any and all of them can be “jelled.” And it’s a joy to serve such goodlooking and wholesome concoctions.By M. FRANCES HUCKS
RECENTLY when a male acquaintance began one of those amusing masculine monologues about the funny hats women were wearing. I asked him what kind of clothes his mother wore. “She wore darned sensible clothes,” he said. He really believed it.By MARY LOWERY ROSS
A FEW months ago in the north of England, Pilkington’s, the big glass manufacturers, made a slight but revolutionary adjustment in their wage scale. They began to pay an extra $1.25 weekly to employees for each dependent child in excess of three.By BRIAN MEREDITH
ONE EVENING, three or four weeks ago, I went to a reception at the Soviet Embassy. I had never been there before, and cannot remember ever having been asked on any other occasion (a reasonable excuse for nonattendance.) Accordingly, accompanied by my faithful wife and wearing such medals as I have accumulated for undistinguished service to the State, I set off for the millionaires’ row which is called “Kensington Palace Gardens."
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