CHUCK FELLOWES sat on the brownstone front steps and he could feel that slight ripple of excitement that always comes with a hot night in New York. It was intangible and it didn’t mean anything. He looked up and the lighted square of window showed where Steve, his father, would be gently discouraging Larry Saunders by telling him about Ginger’s career.By GORDON MALHERBE HILLMAN
UP THERE in Belgrade, storied city by the Danube, they don’t say much about this business. They have other things to occupy them, they’ll maintain, such as working out the blueprints for a benevolent New Order in those parts, for example; and if a couple of armored divisions or so, plus storm troops and dive bombers, have passed through hell-for-leather headed south, well, what of it anyway?By R. V. GERY
(1) Question—How much money will it take to run the war and pay for the ordinary costs of the Dominion Government during the fiscal year 1942-43? Answer—The Budget for the financial year ending March 31, 1943, calls for a total outlay of $3,900,000,000—an amount equal to nearly $1 a day for every man, woman and child in Canada— an amount nearly eight times the level of pre-war budgets which averaged around $500,000,000.By HONORABLE JAMES L. ILSLEY
ENGLAND. It. is a clear sunny afternoon in the Midlands. The sky is filled with aircraft. Against the blue, white arabesques trace the wake of planes too high to be seen. Before us is a big airdrome but its appearance is deceptive. It looks like a level stretch of countryside with meadows, roads and hedges.By D. K. FINDLAY
IT WAS the summer of 1941, a time sinister, uncertain, with, in spite of wide rumors of war, the United States still a neutral. Barnet Hughes sensed that something was wrong the moment he stepped inside the hotel lobby. Even through the rosy insulation of the brandy he could feel the waiting quiet.By JAMES ANDERSON SMITH
WHEN BUTTER-FINGERED Bill Jones spilled his brimful cup of hot black coffee on Mrs. Heathercote-Entwhistle’s obviously brand-new tablecloth, the least perturbed witness of the appalling catastrophe was his hostess. While the clumsy culprit stood around red-necked, mumbling abashed apologies, and his wife glared at him across that shining expanse of white patterned with a feathery design in contrasting blue, Mrs. Heathercote-Entwhistle smiled as she rang for the maid.By FREDERICK EDWARDS
ON PARLIAMENT HILL politicians speak of James Lorimer llsley, Minister of Finance, as the likeliest successor to Mr. King either as Liberal leader or prime minister. Two years ago the choice, almost unanimously, would have been Col. J. L. Ralston.By GRANT DEXTER
THIS HAS NOT been a good war for prophets. A proof of that is the dropping by nearly every British newspaper of the ridiculous but popular “Reading the Stars" feature. Certain gentlemen made a fat income out of announcing to the credulous that on such a date Capricorn and Venus would be in close proximity thus bringing about a severe defeat for Hitler or a mighty Russian advance or Japanese setback.
THE JAPS are gone and British Columbia hopes to have seen the last of them. The B. C. Security Commission promised to have all the Japanese moved from coastal areas by the end of September, and it is clear that West Coast citizens are determined that Japanese residents of Canada will never again be concentrated in those vulnerable coastal regions.
SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND. In the midnight blackness we had driven to the crew room of the station from which the Canadian night-bomber squadrons were working. In groups of two and three the air crews were coming in, dressed for the night’s work.By H. NAPIER MOORE
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